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I picked up little dude's bedding today. On a side--not sure what to call him. Don't love "baby," dislike "buddy," so hands are kind of tied until he arrives and I can reveal his name to the general population :) Anyway, I ordered all the fabric online and had a local spouse sew it all together. She captured my vision perfectly! She is still making the blanket, cushions for the rocking chair and ottoman, so I cannot post the entire nursery yet. However, we are definitely seeing progress and I LOVE IT! My sister kindly noted that the deep red fabric looks very pinky. I'd have to agree, but rest assured it is deep red and lovely. 







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Anonymous said…
Little Dude? I thought we were naming him Pedro after my favorite baseball player, Pedro Martinez.

Chris
Kara said…
Yes, Chris we are. Thanks for blowing the surprise. I said I wasn't revealing his name to the general public just yet. Men...
Anonymous said…
You guys are funny! We are anxiously awaiting his arrival too. Hopefully he is getting his rest now as I knOw his two eager older sisters have big plans for him. Cute bedding for the guy, stool think you should've made it. If I can do it so can you! !! Love ya,

J
Kara said…
Yeah, I could have made the bedding; however, I am choosing my battles right now. Too many hoops to catch.
Erin said…
Conor was referred to as an avocado and Colin was apple until we picked out names. Little Dude works well too.

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