I promised I’d finish this scrapbook, so I’m finally doing so.

Behold, the foyer and Chloe’s room:

I thought I’d include the foyer because I really like the cool faux-stain glass film thing Greg applied to the window alongside our front door:

And the totally awesome milagro sacred heart that my dear friend sent to me from the oldest street in Los Angeles. (It’s actually a mirror in the center but, when reflecting the opposing wall, it looks like it’s red. Cooool!)

And this is the Bear’s room. I’d explain where all the gifts came from but literally everything you’re looking at is a gift of some sort. The crib, the curtains, the shelves, the rocking chair, the changing table, the artwork. Again, literally everything. There is NO WAY we could’ve afforded a baby (let alone such a nice nursery) without the generosity of those around us. We’re unbelievably blessed… stop me if you’ve heard that one.

Another friend made this wall art out of “Ghetto Slang” flash cards she found at some novelty shop. I think they’re hilarious and quirky enough to fit our irreverent style:

My mom cranks out cross-stitchery and quilts like she’s getting paid for it:

And wouldn’t you know it - the pics of the International Gift Shelf and other stuffs are all blurry. ::sigh:: looks like I’m not totally done with this entry, either, but I think I’ve given enough of a general drift of the house.

Oh, and here’s a crappy picture of our back patio by night. See, by night you can’t see how gross the pond in the backyard really is. However, you also can’t see the swarms of mosquitos that limit outdoor meals to spring and fall. And yes, my mom not only bought and repainted the patio set, but she also made really chic/mod matching cushions, placemats, and napkins. We almost look like something out of a catalog. Almost.