I hope you were as grossed out as I was when you saw this photo in yesterday's post:
BARF ON MY FACE.
Part of me is glad I didn't know it was there until David started spackling holes in the checkerboard room, but another part of me wishes I had noticed it sooner. My baby has been sleeping in that room for nearly six months now, and bits of dead snake in your baby's room has got to bring some seriously bad juju, right? No wonder the kid has been having nightmares. Godzilla's offspring has probably been haunting her.
Not to mention the fact that the rest of the room, when you zoom out, looked like this:
suggested that it might help Mila develop a healthy love of Tim Burton
movies. I hope that's the case, because otherwise she's probably scarred
(By the way, be thankful I didn't take a picture of the dirty smudge that looked like dried vomit. I am embarrassed to admit just how gross this room really was. I had no idea. Truly. Although I was kind of afraid to look too closely. Hence the missed snakeskin.)
So that's what we had to work with. Stay tuned for progress photos and its current state (which is admittedly unfinished but will suffice until I figure out what to do in there).