When Sydney and I returned from our 2 1/2-weeks-long travels, he brought what looked like a semi trailer full of stuff in from the car. And I looked around our apartment and thought, “Oh my goodness. This place is so small. We’re going to have a baby in here???” But it’s okay. I cleared off some surfaces, organized a few drawers (yes, I am a freak), and have since come up with a few bonuses to our situation:
– There’s no need for a baby monitor if you can’t possibly be out of hearing of the baby!
– Since we don’t have a rambling abode, we won’t need, as many parents seem to, three or four different sleeping beds for the child (crib for its nursery, portable playpen for the living room . . .).
– Our home will remind us to think twice before bringing the latest and greatest gigantic baby-must-have into our house. Great for our wallets!
My mom also let me raid her stores for baby blankets and toys from when I was a kid. Family heirlooms!
Erin
Alan Schmierer
I read that your baby weighs about as much as a rutabaga. just fyi.
A rutabaga. How appropriate, given that I live in Ithaca, home of the annual rutabaga curl (it’s actually a really big event!). And they’re heavy!
Erin