Focus

We are officially painting the nursery this weekend. We picked up two shades of green before the Home Tax Credit opportunity expired Jan. 31. Green Energy and what I believe is a Pastel Sage. That sounds soooo lame. Or as I like to call them, light green and lighter green. "A soothing palette of soft and warm inviting colours for the non-gender specific nursery of everyone's dreams". Truth be told, it seems like everyone is painting their kids room green these days. Is this right? I don't know?!?

What happens if we find out decades from now that green nursery's result in tree-hugging environmental socialists who's primary motivation in life is to eat vegan food, save the environment, and smoke their hemp clothes? Is it so wrong to be gender specific in the 2000's? Pink for the girls and blue for the boys. I know... crazy talk. Now its all about hues of yellow and orange and GREEN.

Let's get back on track here. Focus: According to Dictionary.com.

a. the focal point of a lens.
b. the focal length of a lens.
c. the clear and sharply defined condition of an image.
d. the position of a viewed object or the adjustment of an optical device necessary to produce a clear image: in focus; out of focus.

I'm going somewhere with this. Follow me for a moment.

When we attended the Prental Classes, Lorraine (the instructor) talked about the mother needing a focus or focal point or something she could direct her attention to focus on, to assist her in getting thru the labour. Something that would inspire the mother. Something the mother could relate to in those moments of sheer and utter exhaustion that would still encourage her to push thru the pain.

I asked Ash what her "focus" was? I'm thinking the baby's ultrasound... a picture of her and I (see first blog entry - yes we still look that good)... a picture of her family... a unicorn... a $100 bill? Nope. I know I married Ash for a good reason. Just click here