After almost two years of living out of our room, with her clothes stacked in milk crates in our closet, her toys in the corner of the living room, and her body completing a perfect letter "H" with us in our bed every night, Indy finally has her own room. She has more dresser space than she can fill, a bed stacked full of her stuffed animals, and all her books and toys in a room she is free to trash (and which she will. . . everyday. . . I'm sure. . .) And we have free space in our closet (and in our bed), and finally have an official diapering station set up, with an actual place to change her, and a real diaper pail. 

Roy is glad for the company, too!

It's ridiculously nice to have all of the cloth diaper supplies stacked and organized, instead of jumbled in a laundry basket. The dresser was graciously passed along to us from Alan's parents, making Indy the third generation Miller to use this dresser (it being the boyhood dresser of both Alan and his dad). The blanket was thrifted (its serving in place of a changing pad, since I couldn't find a non-toxic changing pad for under $100!), and the butterflies belonged to my uncle and watercolour sailboat was done by my grandfather.

I slept on that same bedframe as a child (though it's since been painted blue), and mama-made decor is all over in this space.

Most importantly of all, Indy loves it, and spends a lot of her time on her bed kissing all of her stuffed animals, and tearing her books out of her nightstand. 

The craft closet had to be relocated, and we found a great antique cupboard that now houses art supplies in the diningroom (I'll give you a peek of that soon!)

Have you forgotten all about us? We're still alive, we were just tumbling with the fall leaves for a while. I had a bunch of pictures from carving pumpkins that I was planning on sharing, but I just never got around to it, and now that Thanksgiving has already passed (happy Thanksgiving, by the way) and we've whipped out the Christmas music, it would be holiday blasphemy, right? Well okay just one. . .

Very fitting, seeing as Indy's favorite book is Goodnight Moon, though you wouldn't know considering how many pages she's ripped out of it. . . anyways, back to more seasonally appropriate things. . .

Winter is approaching! The season for wool longies (if lanolized, great as cloth diaper covers, but also adorable pants). I think I've linked to this pattern before for woolies, it really is my favorite. The "new soaker pattern" fits just right, and I like to use the sweater sleeves for the legs and just adjust the length based on the season. I always make the main body of the woolies double layer to make them super leak proof, and I make sure all seams are hidden between layers or on the outside, otherwise I find them to be bulky and prone to felting which makes them scratchy and very uncomfortable for The Bug. Also, I find a little elastic in the waistband to be a must.

This is the reaction when I say "Indy, Indy, show me your butt!". . .so there are no great pictures of the adorable nordic print. I think I paid about $4 for this merino wool sweater at the thrift store.

Have you seen her crazy hairs? Its been called a mullet, which is not inaccurate, but I refuse to cut it.