OK, the name of this post was just a teaser (as well as an oxymoron). In all my diapering experience (4 kids worth), I have never considered the task to be delightful. However on this last go around, I have been delighted with our changing table. It was part of a vintage dresser/desk set that we found in the online classifieds. We painted both pieces white with a brush (this was before we had discovered spray paint), and they turned out pretty good, & for much less $ than the sets at the furniture store.
I made a slip cover for the old changing table pad with some of the extra fabric squares I had cut out when making the crib quilt (I must have way over-cut). One thing I have noticed about the 4th child is the abundance of hand-me downs. Lil' sis even inherited a hand-me-down nursery palette from her older sister. Lavender and aqua, because that's what I had the most of in my fabric stash when I was doing all of my frantic last minute nesting. 
I have enjoyed storing the diapers and other diapering gear in these ornately detailed drawers. 
However, this has been my favorite view of all... 
The sad thing is this picture was taken 4 months ago and she is way too squirmy now for this to work. The days of delightful diapering have come and gone!
I wish they didn't grow so fast! I am feeling guilty for complaining in my last post. I know the time will come when I will even miss the crazy days!
I know her. The first time I saw this Mary Engelbreit gem in a Home Companion magazine, I immediately saw my six year old daughter staring back at me. When I showed it to her, she laughed. She too, recognized a little bit of her own feisty spirit. The more I look at it, the more I see a bit of myself. There are days when I probably wear a similar expression. Days when I need an attitude adjustment of my own. Motherhood has been intense lately. My oldest 2 have been on a school break for the past 3 weeks (year round). It’s always nice at first - sleeping in, no homework, no rushing about. Not so nice at this point. If they would all just get along it would be a different story, but they like to bug each other when they're bored. And to top it off, my two youngest have both been up a lot during the night. Being sleep deprived does not increase my patience. I feel like I’m up to my knees in frazzled mom quicksand and the only thing that will keep me from being swallowed whole is school starting back up on Monday morning. So until that blissful moment next week when sanity is restored, this feisty girl will be my reminder to lighten up. 
I've been trying to make progress on my latest quilt, but it's coming along rather slowly. Hmm. I wonder why. 
