Nesting: Thoroughly Modern Billie

So a momentary digression from our maternity body type series.  If you have not already, please review the two maternity body types already posted, and keep your pointer click poised for the remaining two figures to come.  

But last night as I was making dinner in my frilly, ditsy floral apron, dreaming about my vintage green, French Le Creuset...

Mister Andrew Thomas informed me that the little corn cob in my loins was decidedly modern.  In fact, Billie of my belly prefers clean architectural lines, minimalist abstract patterns, and bold color-blocking.  The fact that Billie's father is also a modern lover, was merely coincidental.  Although the genetic modern gene could indeed have been passed from father to son, but Andrew's analysis of the situation and his adamant abstinence from Boy Frocks has nothing to do with his findings.

So I began germinating the conception of Baby Billie's modern life, which naturally led me to shopping.  Below is what I fancy:

Baby Billie reclining in his espresso wood bouncer listening to Bossa Nova Jazz as his father reads One Red Dot with him.

Then his tiny, caramel colored head would lay upon his pristine Spot on Square Roh Crib, his view of his abstract mobile unobstructed by crib bars.

Snuggled up in his geometric Denise Schmidt quilt, the lights of his George Nelson Bubble Lamps would slowly dim.

As rays of sunlight filtered through the lace of trees outside his window, he would awake only to be ushered into his contemporary high chair of European design.  Upon seating, he would finger feed himself cold edamame as we prepare ourselves for a fine stroll at the museum of modern art.

It's a lovely daydream, no?  In reality, I really do want to buy this portable feeding chair from Phil & Teds, from which Baby Billie will eat multi-grain cheerios.  

 I'll keep you posted.