This is the way we build our nest.

So I totally spent the weekend nesting. It was crazy. And pretty glorious, if I may say so. On Saturday we were able to pick up the dresser which was so generously donated to us by our favorite Muncie friends, who, sadly, are moving today. (It really is a Catch-22 -- we have to say goodbye to some of our favorite people in the world, but because they're leaving, we get to partake of the furniture they're not bringing with them.) We pretty much had to completely rearrange our bedroom to make room for it because we decided that, since we were at it, we might as well also set up the family heirloom cradle, which was passed onto us and stuffed in our trunk when we were with my family in Utah last month. And now we seriously have like 2 1/2 rooms worth of furniture in our little bedroom, but cozy is good, right?

Anyway, here's the dresser:

It was a little bigger than we thought, but we squeezed it in. We both really like it. It's nothing fancy, but it's been well-cared for and it was free. Also, it's useful. And that makes it perfect.

Because we now have a place to keep them, we pulled down our collection of baby clothes and blankets from the attic, washed them, and put them away:


And here's a picture of the cradle. Sweet, isn't it?

So, I suppose this means we're ready to have a baby. Or...something like that. At least he'll have clean clothes and a place to sleep once he gets here.

By the time we finished our projects Saturday evening and got our house looking live-able again, we decided that we totally deserved a night out. So we went to see a movie. And now I have the authority to tell you all that Nancy Drew is a charming little film and that you should all go see it.

And this, my friends, is apparently how we celebrate Father's Day at our house: we nest. Together. Because there is no way I could have taken on these projects by myself. Blake totally came through for me and my desperate urge to get ready for this baby. And he did so happily. He's amazing.

But on a more serious note, I need to say that I think Blake will make a most excellent father. I mean -- he's taken care of an awkwardly-shaped, worn-out, hormonal combo-version of both his wife and baby for the last 8 months. That's got to count for something, so I don't care if other members of our ward's Elders Quorum question whether or not Blake should truly have been celebrating Father's Day or not. Our son is going to be one incredibly lucky little boy to have him.