Goodbye, Crib. Hello, Lego-Coated Deathtrap.
August 11, 2014
So this finally, officially happened.
Friends of ours are expecting and took the crib away this weekend, which was a weird mix of "aww" and "good riddance, giant heavy-ass thing we never use anymore."
We've had that crib in our house for about nine full years, and while it wasn't always in constant use for nine full years, we at least had plans in place to fill it with another baby eventually. So it stayed up and assembled the whole time.
No plans. No babies. Smell ya later, crib.
This isn't really an official "after" photo of Noah's tiny new room, since it only reflects what we accomplished in a single weekend, which isn't much.
Wait, no: We accomplished 1) going to Ikea to purchase this bed/desk combo, 2) reveling in the fact that ALL THREE of our children are height/age eligible for the children's area, 3) getting paged back to the children's area after 10 damn minutes, 4) booking back to the children's area expecting an Ike-related potty disaster, only to be told "He's not listening. We have rules. He has to leave," and I immediately assumed "he" was "Noah" and internally debated pulling the special needs card, until it was revealed that oh, they were talking about Ezra.* Huh! That's unexpected!
So we 5) trekked around Ikea with a mortified 5-year-old who couldn't BELIEVE he'd been kicked out of the children's area, and now had to spend the next hour listening to his parents bicker over chairs.
And then 6) we came home and assembled this shit, and only had it collapse on us and put a hole in the wall ONCE.
Finally, 7) Jason surveyed his assembly-work and waxed nostalgic about the old metal bunk bed he had as a kid and all the various injuries that happened on it. Fantastic! Thanks for sharing!
*Ezra wouldn't stop jumping in the ball pit. They were concerned he was going to land on someone, which I get, and of course he should have listened to the adults in charge. But on the other hand, isn't jumping in ball pits pretty much the best part of ball pits? Besides all the bacteria and used Band-Aid prizes?
Noah will NOT let us paint the room or remove the curtains, wall decals or butterflies, no matter how many awesome Boy Room Pinterest options I offered. He was okay with donating the crib but got very upset over losing the glider and changing table. I forgot completely about buying addditional bedding, so he's got one fitted sheet and a throw blanket, for now. We still have two dressers to remove from the room (his entire wardrobe only takes up about a quarter of the closet — though I suppose it's possible that I'm just more behind on laundry than I realize). We're much more in need of toy and book storage and I want Noah to have a quiet sensory corner where he can hide or rock or spin.
But we figured we'd pace ourselves on the dramatic purging and redecorating. It's a lot of change for him.
The transition was made a little easier by our relaxing on the "no Lego in your room" rule. At this point I'd be happy to put ALL the Lego in his room. It'll save me from having to buy an area rug. Just pour the whole collection on the floor and let the room slowly become a Lego-filled ball pit.
(I'll totally let Ezra jump in it, too.)