Lorelei's room

I did think and take a couple or three pictures of the baby's room when we were there letting the dogs out the other day.

I don't think they quite do it justice, but I don't think any camera would quite capture the color. It is in the tan family, but it really varies with the lighting. Sometimes it has almost a flesh color, other times more of a gray, and I swear to me in certain light it has just a hint of light, light purple! I don't think anyone else sees it that way but me.
They wanted to do it in a neutral color so that if they end up moving with their jobs, it won't be something people would look at and think they had to do over right away. The pictures over the changing table are pictures Sarah did, but she had a sketch to go by.
And see that framed thing on the wall with the window...Rachel had it made for Sarah. She got this poem printed and then went and picked out a frame and matting and had it double matted. And to one side, she had them cut three cutout areas in the top frame for putting pictures in. Below is the poem..

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.