Monday, October 21, 2013

About This Dog


posted by Beck

We've mentioned this a few times, but yeah, we got a dog. Here's how it went down.

Back in June JP called me one day after work and told me he wanted to go and look at a dog that had wandered onto a friend of a friend's property. The people had waited a couple of weeks, done their due diligence and no one claimed the dog. They weren't able to keep her, but wanted to see her go to a good home.

"No," I said.

"I'm just going to go look at it," he said.


"No dog," I repeated. "I will divorce you." (I realize one should make light of the "D" word, but I was semi- serious.) I did not need another thing to take care of at this point in my life and, to be honest, I'm just not a dog person.

He proceeded to woo me with his usual JP-ness until I gave him permission to go see the dog, but was still adamant that there would be no dog coming to our house.

A couple of hours later, the boys and I were at my in-laws discussing the dog when I learned that JP has sent his dad a video of the dog sitting, laying down and shaking hands on command. I watched it, aaaaannnnndddd, I have to admit, I was impressed. The in-laws were encouraging. This was a free dog. A free, trained dog. A dog who would absolutely live outside or in a crate and would bring us protection.

You know how this ends. We got a dog. A dog who sleeps on the floor of our room or our children's rooms and NOT outside, in a crate, OR in the laundry room as previously agreed upon. A dog who wakes ME up when she wants to go outside at 3am because I am on the side of the bed closest to the door and the lightest sleeper (I'm convinced that moms of small children don't get REM sleep).


All that to say, she's an amazing dog. A German Shepherd. Probably 3 or 4 years old. She's super mellow, rarely barks, and has a remarkably strong bladder. She's great with the boys (and the cat) and we love her. JP has stayed true to his word. He cleans up all the poop and takes care of most of her needs, and when I occasionally whack him on the arm in the middle of the night to tell him HIS dog needs to go out, he usually does it without grumbling.

And, I have to admit, I really do like having her around.

 

Thursday, October 10, 2013

The Bounty - Harvest 2013

posted by JP

This just happened to be on the window of LJ's classroom today.

Beck wrote this last week:
 "JP and I are both speechless. This morning the pickers arrived for our 3rd harvest. As we watched them start picking and loading the grapes into the bins our excitement built. This may actually work this year. This crazy adventure we started on a little more than 2 years ago may actually start to pay off."

It says in the Bible that "the harvest is plenty, but the workers are few." That verse applied to our life quite literally this year. Growing up as a city boy I always applied the standard Christian evangelical meaning to that verse. Today as a farmer it takes on a whole new meaning.


Some of the many wonderful workers who came out to pick!

10 days ago we found out that our grapes had reached the necessary sugar level and were ready for harvest! We were ecstatic! Then... I got a call from our vineyard manager who said he didn't have enough workers to pick our grapes. Major buzz kill. So, I started to make calls to other vineyard managers only to find out that everyone was swamped and low on manpower this year.  Not something you want to hear when your grapes are ready and rain is in the forecast. (This time of year rain can wipe out a crop and leave you stuck with no income and a bunch of bills.) All that to say, yes, this year that verse had an urgent significance to it.
But, we serve a big God, so with a little prayer and support from our great partner at Gallo Family Wines, we found an elite vineyard manager in our area who agreed to come harvest our Petite Sirah grapes and we gained more favor in the wine world. The crew ended up having to work an EXTRA day because we had more grapes than anyone anticipated!


Equipment all tucked in for the night waiting for Day #2


Doesn't everyone have a porta-potty and a semi trailer in their backyard?

To give you an idea of the significance of this year, let's break it down. We bought our house in August 2011. It was a foreclosure property that had little care for several years. We harvested two months later and produced 8 tons. The next year we hung on for dear life financially and did major work making up for years of neglect, only to produce 2 tons of grapes in 2012. That was one of the hardest days of my life, trying to find meaning and hang on for another year.

                   

Beck told me earlier this month that if we didn't get a good harvest this year then maybe we should use that as a sign that this life was not the Lord's will for our family. Well, He heard her and physically showed us that we are in His will and blessing. This has been a real growing year for us as we've seen first hand how, when you live life in close relationship with Jesus, in the moment when you're not sure how things are going to work out and you're broke and have a pile of bills to pay, God comes through in a big way! This has been evidenced to us in more than just grapes this year, but that's not why you're reading right now.

So, without making you wait any longer, we are proud to announce that we produced 28.4 tons of grapes at 25.35 sugar this year. The minimum sugar level we had to hit was 24 and we exceeded that mark by over a degree, which is significant in wine world. We produced 6.3 tons of grapes to the acre. And we believe that with some key changes and some more expert help we can increase our yield and quality significantly for next year.

We've been learning that in life when you work hard, take risks, surround yourself with good mentors and experts, and ask the good Lord for favor, things come together and you see rewards for your efforts. It says in the Bible that God is the "Lord of the Harvest." Well, we can testify to that in more ways than one!


The sound of these babies going into the truck was music to our ears!


If you asked me ten years ago if I thought I would be a banker by day/farmer by night, or if I thought I would get up in the morning and gather fresh eggs from my chickens and enjoy my morning coffee overlooking my vineyard, I would have said you were crazy. I am glad life has not gone as planned, but that's why we put our faith in the adventure of walking with Jesus. He never promised it would be an easy journey, but it's definitely exciting.


Our biggest blessings helping out on one of the tractors. I think OSHA might take issue with the lack of footwear.


Beck and I think the world of blogs and social media has created unhealthy self-reflection of comparing your life to the lives of others. The thing is, your life is your adventure and your story and it doesn't compare to the journey anyone else is on. This one happens to be ours. Thanks for reading and sharing in our adventure!


Bye grapes! Go make some really great wine!


Monday, October 7, 2013

The Lost Chicken

Posted by Beck


It has been awhile since we had a good story to share. I think this one fits the bill.

As I was walking into a staff meeting at work this morning I happened to check facebook on my phone (oops) and saw this post. You can see the conversation that ensued below. Just another day of living in the country.



My favorite is the guy who chimed in there in the middle. I was glad I wasn't the only one who thought the whole thing was funny! Thank goodness for sweet neighbors (and their kiddos!)

Oh, and sorry for all the tacky paintbrush marks. In the tug of war between my Gen X vs. Millenial tendencies, Gen X tends to win in terms of Internet privacy. Is that an oxy-moron?

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Oh Hey, September

Hi friends! It's been awhile. Lots going on around these parts. We are leaving behind a fun summer, but taking with us lots of smiles and memories. Since we last checked in here a lot has happened. We got a dog, did a few home upgrades, went on some little trips, enjoyed our growing boys immensely, among other things. Life is good... Challenging as always, and there is a lot of unwritten stuff in that ellipsis, but overall things are good here. We're good.

And because I can't help myself, here's this guy. Our brand new 1-year-old!



 
It seems like just yesterday that he looked like this:
 



 Hope summer was good to you!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Documenting This Vine Life

This is a little video of our grapes, vines, chickens and animals on the farm. Enjoy!
-JP
 
 


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Friday, June 7, 2013

"Here chickie chickie..."

posted by Beck


I earned myself a new nickname a couple of weeks ago.

Here's how it went down.

For various reasons, LJ and I were left alone on the farm for a night. Before he left, JP reminded me that I would have to take care of all the farm chores in the morning. This included gathering the eggs and feeding the chickens and goats. I was not particularly happy about this, mainly because I forgot and LJ and I slept in a little, so we were running later than usual for a work day.

But, we did it, and I mentally patted myself on the back for being such a good little farm wife and off we went to school/work.

Doing our chores like good little farmers.


Fast forward 10 hours.

LJ and I got home and started to go in the house. I looked over at the chicken coop and saw that there were several chickens OUTSIDE of the chicken coop.

I kind of freaked out, possibly said a couple of adult euphemisms, and ushered LJ into the house so we could "gear up" for the capture. I guess I was being overly dramatic about it, because LJ started to cry about the escaped chickens.

Once I dialed down the drama a few notches and convinced him that this was an exciting mission, I quickly changed into sweats and running shoes and we went outside to assess the situation and create a plan of attack.

Altogether, 12 chickens had escaped, including the really big rooster.

I told LJ he had to help me catch the rooster first. At that point he sank down to the ground and flat out refused to take part in the mission. I guess when you're only 40 inches tall, a big rooster is pretty intimidating.

He did cheer me on from the sidelines for awhile though, only to disappear to the back yard or into the house to get himself a snack. Every now and then I'd have to abandon the chicken capture mission and go check on him.

Surprisingly, the rooster was the easiest to catch. He didn't even put up a fight. The rest of the "girls" posed a huge challenge. Realizations:  1) Chickens are pretty fast runners 2) Chickens are smarter than they get credit for. They managed to find a lot of escape routes - as soon as they would see me coming they would run out into the vines where I wasn't agile enough to get to them quickly.

Well played chickens, well played.

After taking a header in the side yard and twisting my ankle pretty good, I finally figured out a way to outsmart them and was able to take them out one by one. Over an hour later, I got the last chicken back into the coop. It was a proud moment.


This was my victorious, "I just OWNED you chickens" face.
 

And that's the story of how I became known as the "Chicken Wrangler."

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Legit Grape Growers



posted by Beck

JP doesn't always love his day job. Yet, every time he tries to find a new one, the doors always close. This can be frustrating, but God has shown us time and time again that He has JP where he is for a reason.

Basically, most of the contacts we make in the wine/vineyard industry come randomly through connections JP makes at work. Random people sit down at his desk, conversations ensue, problems are solved. It has been amazing to witness.

We announced a few months ago on facebook that we hired a vineyard manager this year. We have a small vineyard, so very few managers would even consider taking us on. Thanks to a couple of these fortuitous meetings at the bank, we were able to get both a well-respected vineyard manager AND a contract with E.J. Gallo for 2013. Exciting!!!

JP still has to mow and make sure all of the irrigation lines are working properly, as well as other regular maintenance, but now we have someone who prunes, sprays and does other important stuff to the vines, which has been a huge amount of work lifted off of JP.

We're excited to be growing for Gallo and hope we do well enough this year that they will want to continue their relationship with us in the future. We may have even been a little giddy when we got an invitation in the mail to a Gallo "Grower Appreciation Night" at our local baseball stadium. We may only have 5 acres, which is pretty small compared to most of the other growers, but it still feels good to be recognized as "Gallo Growers."

We'll do an update on the vines later, but I was outside today and it's already looking WAY better than last year's dismal crop. Keep growing little grapes, we've got a long summer ahead!

Monday, April 29, 2013

T-Shirt Models and Flock Updates

posted by Beck

JP is ready to enhance his chicken operation.
We have 28 chickens, who are producing between 16-20 eggs a day. JP has started selling a few dozen a week to some folks in his network and we're still giving some away to friends/co-workers sporadically.
The original concept of the chicken coop design (full post on this to come one of these days) was to accommodate laying hens on one side of the coop and breeding hens on the other side. Since we weren't quite ready for the full operation to begin last year, JP did his little turkey side project last instead. With only two turkeys left and robust egg production occuring, he decided it was time to move fully into All Chickens All the Time mode.
The poultry auction only happens once a month, so JP decided to load LJ up in his pick up truck and they would go together to sell the turkeys. LJ has never ridden in the truck before, so he was beside himself with glee. Before taking off though, JP had to wrangle the turkeys into a crate.

LJ stood outside the coop chanting, "You can do it daddy! You can do it! " and "Gooooooo daddy, goooooo daddy!" Then he cheered. So awesome. I need him to stand by the treadmill and do the same thing for me.


Being the super sophisticated, totally "authentic" country people we are, it was only appropriate that they wear their most obnoxious "country" shirts to the auction. JP sported his Duck Dynasty t-shirt and LJ wore his "Nothing Tips Like a Cow" shirt from Kansas City. (We all might have a variation of this one.)


A few hours, a chocolate muffin and some chocolate milk later, my bird peddlers returned with a box of 10 baby chicks. They are currently in the garage brooder under the heat lamp waiting for their turn to join the rest of the flock in the Chicken Mansion.

This brings our grand total to 38 chickens.

We thought this was a lot.

Then we talked to our friend Simon. He's a dentist, but his grandfather has a huge farm and pretty massive chicken operation.

To put things in perspective, he has over 100,000 chickens.

Wonder what his chicken "coop" looks like?


Friday, April 26, 2013

Things are scarier at night

posted by Beck



I was startled awake by what sounded like a semi truck about to run into the house.

Not a good way to wake up. And trust me, as the mom of two little ones, I get woken up a lot.

This was different. The kind of wake up call that shoots you out of bed in a heartpounding panic.

I rushed to the window, trying to get my lens-free eyes to focus on where the noise was coming from and what kind of vehicle could possibly be on the back of our property in the middle of the night. They finally landed on a bright light in the distance. Maybe it's a car leaving from one of the properties behind us? But, that doesn't explain the noise? And there's no road there. Odd.

Then the light got brighter and brighter. It was coming straight towards the house through the vineyard. It was like a nightmare I've had before. My brain tried to process a) what was going on and b) what to do next. Get away from the window? Grab the kids?

Just as I was about to bolt, the subject of my concern came into view as it flipped around and started back down the next row of vines. It was illuminated as it made the turn and I saw that it was a tractor of some kind spraying a misty substance into the vines. A little relieved, but still confused, I backed away from the window.

By this time JP had finally woken up. Oh yeah, they were going to come spray sulfur* on the vines in the morning, he says. What time is it?

I check my phone. 12:35 AM. So yes, technically it is morning, but really?

I checked on the boys and prayed that the loud noise and bright light wouldn't wake them up and got back in bed.

Our neighbors are going to kill us.




*Many varietals of grapes requrie a sulfur-treatment to guard against mildew. Petit Sirah, the type of grape we grow, is actually mildew resistant and doesn't require this type of maintenance, but our buyer has asked us to do it as part of our contract.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Vine Life Snapshot

posted by Beck



Yesterday morning I was getting the kids up and around when JP came in from doing his daily chores.

"Do you have shoes on?" He asked.

Yeah....I replied.

"Do you want to come help me herd a chicken?"



These things shouldn't phase me anymore, but they still totally do.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Birthday Greetings From the Farm

posted by Beck

Happy birthday my dear JP!

I know that many times my words and actions say otherwise, but I want you to know that I think you are one of the smartest men alive. Your entrepreneurial spirit, though it drives me crazy sometimes, makes you a wonderfully unique person who dreams big and won't just settle for the status quo. Everything you do - even in your down time - is related to something that can make a better life for your family. You never stop thinking about your next goal; your next dream for our family. I don't always appreciate this gift in you, but I want you to know that I see it. Even when things don't go the way you plan, I love you for trying. I love you for the potential you see in life; in us. I love you for wanting to create a legacy for our children and our children's children. I am thankful to have you as my best friend, husband, and father to our children. Your style isn't appreciated by everyone (yet), but your quiet leadership and vision are the hallmark of who you are and I can't wait to see where your dreams take us. I love you!

Now, enough mushy garbage. Here are some really bad, kind of pun-ny birthday greetings for my farmer husband.





 

 
 


 


 
 
 

 




So, dear readers, give our "farmer" some birthday love!
 
I want to see some JP shout outs in the comments!

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Beauty of the Vine Life

JP writes:

To live on a vineyard is truly a magical experience. Yes, it's hard work, and expensive, and my wife, parents, kids and I have sacrificed plenty of personal fun time to keep up on the farm. But in the end, the vine life is a beautiful life indeed. 

It is no wonder that Jesus' first miracle was to make water into wine and, in one of his last moments on earth, He took his disciples out into a vineyard in Israel and said to his disciples while surrounded by grapes, "I am the vine and you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish and it will be done for you. This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples." (John 15)

It is mind boggling to think that Jesus, who I believe is the son of God, understood the beauty of the vine life over 2000 years ago. That really gives me an appreciation of this life on the farm and my relationship with Him. 

When you see your vineyard go from this.....


to the first blooms...



to the first bud....


to the vineyard coming to life again...


and a week later take the same picture and you see this....


it has been a treat to be a part of it all.  

I am not sure how long we will live the vine life, but I am going to try and savor all of it. Moments like tonight; marveling at the full moon and the stars. Going out in the morning  to the chicken coop and feeding the chickens and turkeys and bringing 50 eggs in the house. Watching the goats play or the neighbors horses and cows graze. Mowing the vineyard for hours and enjoying the sunshine beating on my arms and face. Trying also to enjoy the setbacks, the frustrations, and the trials and tribulations that are a part of this life too. Because they are all moments to cherish.

This life we live is very short. Some people live a long time and some go too early. We never know when our time is up, but we all need to look around and see the good that is all around us and enjoy life to the fullest. We only get one life and in the end I hope that myself and others can marvel at the little miracles that happen everyday. Happy Easter Everyone! -JP

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Sad Tales of the Turkeys

posted by Beck


I think we casually mentioned our turkeys a couple of times on the blog, but there are actually a lot of turkey stories to tell. Since I don't want to draw out the "turkey tales," I'll give you the rundown in one big post.

 First, a recap: 

When we got the turkeys back in June, JP had grand plans of raising them, "processing" them himself, and then selling them to friends and family for Thanksgiving dinner.

For the record, I wanted no part in this whole scenario, but as usual, JP does what he wants and I just go along for the ride. (Don't worry, I say this with a smile.)

He got a couple guys together, set up all his gear (it was actually a well-thought out process - another project that he studied and learned about via books and youtube), and together they "processed" 8 or 9 turkeys. The term "processed" is just a fancy way of telling you that those turkeys met their maker that day.

A few turkeys into the process the guys realized that the birds were too small to accommodate anyone's Thanksgiving feast, so JP decided to pardon the rest and give them a few months to gain weight. They became "Easter Turkeys" that day.

Here's a picture of JP, his dad and his brother deep frying one of his turkeys on Thanksgiving.  We all got a good laugh about the anorexic turkey.



Fast forward a few weeks...

It's a Saturday in December. Both JP and I have to work, so my parents stayed in town an extra day to watch the kiddos. I am sitting in the family room with my parents and LJ, enjoying the last few moments before heading into town. I look out onto the back deck and lo and behold, a giant turkey is sitting on one of the rails. It took a few moments to register what I was seeing. My parents had told us a few days prior about a pheasant they had seen in the back yard, so that was my initial thought. When I realized it was a turkey I assumed that somehow the coop had blown open and that I was about to find turkeys all over the front yard.

I went to the front window to confirm my suspicions. What I found was not at all what I expected.

Two dogs were in the turkey side of the coop. My brain quickly tried to fill in the gaps. Then I saw one dog with a turkey in his mouth. My eyes immediately went to the rest of coop. Feathers. Everywhere.

Mouth agape I threw open the door and yelled at them to stop. (Like that was going to work.) I hollered for JP who was in the bedroom about to get in the shower. He went outside, chased the dogs out of the coop, and I watched his shoulders slump and his head shake from side to side as he surveyed the site of the massacare.

I watched him calmly walk across the lawn, wheel the garbage can back to the coop and start depositing dead turkeys into it.

I felt so bad watching him clean up the mess; products of much thought and dedication. I wondered what he was thinking. I had to leave for work before he did, but over the next hour he would have to euthanize one more turkey and figure out how to get the ones who had escaped the attack back into the coop. He didn't have time to do everything, so the escapees were left to roam the vineyard for several hours.

Our neighbors, the dog owners, felt terrible about what happened. They were so sweet and actually paid us for the turkeys that were killed. Something we told them they absolutely DID NOT need to do, but they insisted. I actually felt bad about how bad THEY felt. Like JP said over and over again, "they're just turkeys." These neighbors have helped us out several times since we moved out here and we like them a lot, so I hated that they felt so bad. The dogs just happened to come onto our property, found a weak spot in the coop's wire fencing and decided to do "go hunting." This couple went above and beyond. We're lucky to have such wonderful neighbors.

The ones who managed to go the distance.

Today...

All in all, we were left with 5 turkeys. JP was able to round up one of the runaways (using a net, which was quite comical - even under the circumstances) and another neighbor (who had heard about the incident from the dog owners) realized that he had one on his porch and brought it back to us in his truck. Since December, two more turkeys died and one was given to JP's co-worker. The final two are still hanging around, but JP wants to take them to the poultry auction or sell them online sometime soon so he can expand his chicken operation.


So that's the whole turkey saga. I think the takeaway is this:

It's not good to be a turkey on the "P Family Farm."

Monday, March 18, 2013

Egg-cellent Work, Ladies

posted by Beck



The "girls" are producing  20 or more eggs a day now! Wowza! We've been giving away as many as we can, but can barely keep up. Our fridge is overflowing with eggs! We take them to work, to church, to friends, etc. JP is so proud and loves seeing the fruit of his labors every morning in the form of a bucket full of fresh eggs. Confession:  I run hot and cold in my feelings toward eggs, so I'm not using them as much as I should. And my oven is broken, so I haven't been doing any baking for several weeks. Sad face.

Sometimes we get greedy and think about selling them, but for now we're enjoying blessing people with free organic eggs! Send us a message (thisvinelife at gmail dot com) or leave us a comment if you're local and want to share in our bounty!

Even the turkeys started laying eggs! Kind of weird. I'm not sure I'm ready to eat a turkey egg.




And just for fun-sies, here's a photo of our littlest cowboy.




Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Route 66 Nursery

Posted by Beck

When I found out A was going to be a boy I started brainstorming about the nursery design. I don't remember what spurred the idea, but it didn't take me long to come up with a fun way to combine our love of woodies (the cars) with a cool roadside Americana vibe. Not to mention use stuff we already had on hand. Win - win. Since LJ had the surfer themed woody room as a baby, we decided A would get a "turf-er" themed woody room. Ba dum cha.

It took me about 4 months to finish and then I had to maintain the cleanliness of the room long enough to take pictures to show you, so what you see here is about 9 months in the making. Ha!

Without further adieu, baby A's Route 66 nursery!




 
Chair:  Bass Pro Shop - only $299 and it is the most comfortable and amazing chair! Big enough for my 6'3 husband and cheaper than a lot of nursery gliders I looked at. It's called the "Catnapper" and it lives up to its name. I fall asleep in it regularly while putting the baby to bed.
 
Rug:  Birthday gift from my sister-in-law Sommer
Bunting:  Sommer (she's amazing, what can I say?)

 
Wall hanging:  Made by me using vintage state postcards I ordered online. This was in lieu of a $50 poster I saw online that had a similar wooden backdrop, vintage map design. I may have to spring for the poster one of these days.
Shutters:   I can't say enough about using shutters for decorating.
 


Can you tell the furniture (look at the right side of the crib) is a well-loved hand me down from the first child?

 
I'd like to balance this wall a little better, but it works for now. It kind of stresses me out that the "N" is crooked in the picture. Don't worry, it's straight now.
 
Pictures:  Taken during our November trip to Cars Land and edited to the extreme with picmonkey.com
Switchplate cover: Gift from mom-in-law from a shop in Santa Monica (at the end of Route 66)
Mickey Dice: Cars Land
Diaper basket: Lowes
Wooden Star: JoAnns
 


 
Can we talk about how much I LOVE these letters. I made them myself and love how they turned out! Really love. Like in a I-want-to-start-an-etsy-shop-and-make-them-all-the-time-but-I-won't-because-they're-probably-not-as-great-as-I-think-they-are kind of love. 

Basically I took a three-dimensional cardboard letters (I got mine at Hobby Lobby), painted the edges a navy blue to help them stand out against the light wall, google imaged "Route 66 landmarks," then printed out pictures that had the cloud vibe I was looking for, traced and cut them accordingly, and modge-podged them onto those suckers.

Love.  Them.

 


 
 

Radiator Springs "vintage" postcard
 
 

 
Crib skirt:  Made by my mom



Quilt:  Made by my wonderful friend Shawna
 

 
 
I broke this one down by number in case anyone was DYING to know where something came from.
 
 
1. Route 66 Sign:  We had this on hand from our college days
2. Poster picked up in Santa Monica
3. USA Cutting Board from Target - I waited until it was on super clearance and got lucky that it was still around! Hooray!
4. Frame:  Thrifted/spray painted and Poster: Zazzle.com
5. Gas Pump:  Hobby Lobby
6. Sign:  Had in our old house
7. Lamp:  Target (also clearance!)
8. Quilt:  Made by my mom
9. Bowling pin (on hand) and mini bowling collage (I made with scrapbooking paper and scrapbook stickers)
10. Map "P:  Gft from Sommer (urban outfitters, I think?)
11. Route 66 Brochure:  Santa Monica
12. "Mom's Diner:" Made by me (I thought I was soooo funny, then the baby came and it was kind of true for a few months. Not so funny at that point.)
13. License plate name sign:  Custom ordered by my in-laws from a shop in Cambria
 
 
 
Did you or do you plan to do a "theme" nursery/bedroom for your little one?