It's a Boy

Thursday of last week, the Farmboy called me from his office.

He had a favor to ask of me.

A co-worker in his department would soon be a father

and the office was going to throw a baby shower for him.

Could I, the Farmboy asked, decorate a box for the shower.

A place to collect parenting advice for the soon to be parents.

He would need it in exactly one week.

After the 1.5 seconds of panic that I always feel when I've been asked to create something,

I told him yes, I would.

And then I promptly did what I do best.

I procrastinated.

On Saturday I went out and bought a box.

And then continued the fine art of procrastination.

On Tuesday I went out and found some cute, little fawns for the project.

And then spent the rest of the day procrastinating a bit more.

Wednesday came 'round and after my morning routine and exercise it finally dawned on me that the Farmboy would need to take the box with him the next morning.

At the crack of dawn.

So I got down to it.

{and remembered just how much I enjoy making these little boxes}

Once finished, twelve hours later, I presented it to the Farmboy.

He was taken aback a bit.

Turns out, in his mind, he had envisioned a Reebok shoe box

with some curling ribbon stapled to the top.