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Sunday, March 18, 2007

party at Isaac's crib

Isaac has a big-boy crib! I put his crib together yesterday.

I also went to the baby-o-rama store to get him a mattress. In my visions of doing this, I just popped the mattress in the back seat of the beetle and brought it home. Apparently, my visions of this did not involve a, you know, baby. In his seat. In the back of the beetle. Ooops. I realized this while walking out of the store, pushing the stroller. I looked at the kid who was carrying the mattress out for me and said, hunh, I didn't really think this through.

Fortunately, we were able to make it work by pushing the passenger seat forward and moving the driver's seat up on the roof and, ok, I don't really know how it all worked, but I got the damn mattress AND the baby home.

We put a crib tent over the top of the crib, to avoid a reprise of this:



The Gracie and the Bea already have the changing table and the glider, and I don't think they need the crib, too. Also, they're always jumping on top of each other because they don't look where they're going, and no one needs cats diving on sleeping babies.

The other function of the crib tent was to teach me a tiny bit of humility; I had no problem getting the crib itself built, just me and my mighty allen wrench. I was feeling rather pleased with myself, in fact. Which is probably why I nearly blinded myself trying to get the tension rod into the rod pocket in the tent. Twice.

Isaac looks so tiny in his giant crib! He is pretty happy in there, though, mostly because he has one of those baby crack-quariums, with the moving fishies and the lights. Whatever, mama, just make the fishies go.

I start my new job tomorrow. I'm not nervous...of course I'm not...

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