While our new dwelling is more desirable in every conceivable way than our old one, it is a bit smaller. We have one bedroom less than before, which means that a lot of our storage has been taken from us. Fortunately, there is Ikea. We got some shelves there last week, which my dad painted for us and installed over the weekend. They look beautiful, and more importantly, we can now begin the job of excavating Max and Speck's room and unloading our books, records, and etc. Ian was very excited to begin, and immediately put out his most prized records. Along the way, we made an accidental discovery about the shelves. Not only do they store books and music media ...
... they also solve some questions we have had about how to fit two baby beds into one small bedroom. As Max has so ingeniously shown us, we will just stack the babies on these shelves. Of course, for safety's sake, we'll put bookends on either side of each baby. Not only do we have plenty of room for Max and Speck, but we could have twelve more babies if we wanted. (We don't, so don't get excited, Granny.)
Thank you, Max, for once again thinking outside the box and providing us with unexpected inspiration.
P.S. We will be leaving this morning for a small beach trip. On the plus side, this will mean many new and adorable photos of Max and his cousin frolicking on the southern California beaches. On the minus side, there is no internet where we are going, so those pictures will not be available until Tuesday, and neither will Ian, Max, Speck, or I. I know, four days is a long time to live without new Max pictures, or the dry yet touching wit of my blog writing. Try to hold it together until we get back.
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Max is quite the historian, just like his grandpa. He knows that it used to be not uncommon for parents to keep their kids in drawers, at least while still little. Perhaps he is trying to bring that old practice back?
Another home remedy for baby storage: Ziplock. It is waterproof, and keeps out the germs. It also seems to calm Mason. After about a minute in the bag, he gets really quiet and still... hummm...
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