Crib Comics

My dad bought us a new crib! Ours has been through my four older children (who definately put it through the ringer), and I bought it used, so it's been through at least five if not more. Anyway, the drop side wouldn't stay up if you put pressure on it in just the right spot (Asher was a pro)- and then when it went down, it wouldn't raise up without coaxing (yanking, jerking, and grunting). So... the new crib!

Tonight we put together said crib. It was a group effort. Micaela took apart the nuts and bolts; Nathaniel helped with the alen key; Gabriel placed and misplaced dowels; Asher tried to misplace everything, and Elizabeth screamed because she had gas. I read directions, and Ian tried to follow them. This was NOT a recipe for success. Backup. Let me say at the beginning that Ian thought it would be good to put this crib together in the living room because "it's a lot more narrow than the other one and it will fit through the door." I said, "Ok, but my vote says there's no way it will fit through the door."

Back to putting the crib together. It went together fine, till we realized we screwed the decorative top to the front of the headboard. OOPS! There's no fixing it, and it's our fault, so there's no returning it. We put it all together and debated returning it because the finish on the front of the drop side was damaged from the packing tape- except that we could see that it was really the back and had been labelled wrong. Of course, we didn't mess that part up. We messed up the one labelled correctly. We realize we've been rapidly losing intelligence in the last five years or so.

So it's all put together, and Ian vows he's not taking it apart to return it. I like it- the finish and style match the furniture already in the room, and it feels pretty sturdy. It just has six small screw holes across the top. I decide that I'll cover that piece with girly fabric, and it will be cute as can be. Now it's time to move it to the room.

Ian wheels it (it's on castors) down the hall-did I mention we have a pokey hall?- and managed to get it stuck trying to turn it into the girls' room. He had it wedged in the corner between our door and theirs, and Ian's body was in the boys' door. At this point it's humorous. He concedes defeat. I have to concede that if he could have turned it, it would have wheeled right through the door. He did have to take the crib apart, but now it is safely in the girls' room waiting for a wash, some girly fabric, and sheets. I hope to make matching bedding for the girls sometime this year. I'm not too ambitious, see, and a year gives me plenty of time to try it and plenty of time for you to forget it : )

Tomorrow I'll try to add a picture of my wonderful crib- prefabric. Who knows when I'll get to the store for fabric!