Baby Bedding

After the fiasco that occurred when Dan and I bought new bedding for our room, I was determined to give up some control over what the baby's nursery would look like. I chose Emily's bedding pretty much by myself. I showed Dan what I liked, he agreed, and we bought it. This may be part of the reason why the word "dictator" was thrown around when we were arguing about which bedding we should put in our room. So, this time I allowed Dan to choose. Sort've.

I found several bedding options I liked. Two had ships on them. One featured whales and monkeys. I was purposely staying away from anything sports related for a few reasons. First, I don't really like sports. I've seen some events in person, and they're actually fun, but to sit around and watch ESPN and listen to those announcers? It's like nails on a chalkboard to me. Second, I think it's sort've expected that if you have a boy, he will have a sports related room. While I don't think that's a bad thing, I did want to do something a bit different. After all, that's part of the reason why Emily didn't get a pink room. Third, I kept thinking that subconsciously, we would be setting up expectations for our son to be an athlete. Why put that kind of pressure on an infant? What if he's artistic? What if he enjoys ballet?

So, Dan looked at my "pre-approved" options. Then he chose this:

Yep...our little guy will have a sports room after all. And that's okay...because this dictator promised to accept the choice that Dan made.