Crib in the Kitchen

This story actually starts months ago. In one of the few instances I can point to and say "Look at that, I was pro-active and forward thinking" Callie and I purchased a baby crib from a former co-worker of hers. As I said, we've had the thing for months, just waiting in the basement.

We haven't needed it so far because Saxon and Ella fit into the one bassinet. For the last few days, though I've been meaning to bring it up, as the bassinet is getting to be a little too close for comfort.

Unfortunately, the crib was too big to move by myself and the older boys and I never seem to be home at the same time. Last night (at about 11 p.m.) Tyler and I finally managed to bring the crib from the basement and to the kitchen.

I got out the furniture cleaner and tidied things up and then tried to get the crib from the kitchen to the bedroom. The front hallway did not work because it's too narrow to allow the crib to turn at the bedroom door. Drats!


(Ella shows the proper way to relax after a fine meal.)

That left the utility hallway which has a straight shot into the bedroom. Going this route meant I had to move all of the dirty laundry out of the hall. Fortunately there was not too much of that thanks to some industrious effort by Callie. I also had to move a wall-mounted coat rack and deal with a bothersome closet doorknob and air conditioning vent that narrowed the hallway at exactly the same point.

So all it took was a little push to move the dryer closer to the wall and PRESTO! right in to the bedroom. Yeah, right. The doorway from the utility hallway is about two inches narrower than the width of the crib.

So I had to fight the hallway back to the kitchen where the crib was still sitting when I left for work this morning. Sometime after I replace the radiator hose on the pickup -- an entirely different story -- and go to sleep, I'll have to take the crib down to pieces and reassemble them in the bedroom.


(Saxon was very excited to see Grampa as this picture illustrates.)

Of course, that means I'll have to do the same thing again when we decide to move the crib out of the bedroom again. I can hardly wait!

Last night's sleep total: 5.5 hours. Callie took pity on me and let me sleep through the night. I'm going to try to do the same for her tonight. So if you see me over the holiday weekend and I don't wave, I'm not rude, I'm probably just dead.