iI just don't see how it's doable, at least not without boxing up pretty much all the rest of our books and putting them into storage until the eventual move to the East Bay.
We had to draw up sketches and measure things carefully.
Our bedroom is 10x10, and has one of the two closets in the house (door), plus is open to the unheated room that used to be porch (other door), and contains a wall register for heating, so we had to (for the duration of crib-in-roomness) get rid of our bedside tables (stored in basement).
It's like Tetris with furniture.
You may want to look into the slightly-smaller portable crib option, too.
Or just do what we're doing, and co-sleep, but we're co-sleeping by accident, and I can't say I suggest it as a lifestyle choice no matter WHAT Doctor Fucking Sears says, because if you thought cats could take up space, wait until you see what a toddler can do, oy, and hello? My desire to have intimate relations DID, in fact, eventually reappear after being AWOL for about a year and a half, and I'd like my bed back, please.
Hmm. Got editorial there, I fear.
Are you planning on eventually doubling her and Emmett up?
But,MM, don't you always want to be Batman?
OMG! SUZI! GO KIDNEY! GO KIDNEY!
But,MM, don't you always want to be Batman?
Well, yes. But usually there's someone back at the Batcave to help with the Batbaby. You know, with the feeding and the changing and the teaching the Batbaby ninjitsu and all.
Now she's just gonna make the whole thing difficult. If nothing else, I'll be skulking in the shadows waiting to swoop down on some evildoer and she'll blow my cover by yelling "Firetruck! Firetruck!"
Actually, usually it sounds like she's saying "Fireshuck! Fireshuck!" which is either a really fast corn-husking term or a neat way of saying "Popcorn".
Sometimes it sounds like "Fireshuck!" but with a different consonant in place of the "sh". And that sounds like...like...
Like something you really would like or something you REALLY wouldn't.
Oh, Suzi! Every good thought in the world headed your mom's way.
Kidney-ma to your mom, Suzi. All good thoughts.
Oh, EEEP. Kidney-ma in abundance to your mom, Suzi. Keep us posted!
Would it be possible to put shelves up higher than normal, like around the border of the ceilings, maybe a foot down, for books and things, and Hec can get up on a chair when they're needed?
Thought of that and still might do it, but there are money issues and wall-integrity issues -- the building was chopped up into separate apartments from what was probably a single dwelling, and some of the walls are oddly pasteboardy and not really reliable-seeming. We have one long near-ceiling shelf in the living room, but the wall behaved really weirdly, even using anchors and braces, and I pretty much trust the shelf only as a display area for vintage paperbacks. No way will anything that actually
weighs
anything go on that shelf.
Same deal with my attempt to put shelves in the one hallway closet -- even with anchors and bracing and whatnot, half the shelf brackets just toppled out of the wall the second they were asked to bear any weight.
Are you planning on eventually doubling her and Emmett up?
That was under consideration a while ago when baby-having was purely theoretical and Emmett was rather more wee, but, really? Middle school boy and girl toddler whose existence he already sort of resents in one room? Doesn't seem to work. And Emmett's room is already a worse ineptly-stored detritus disaster than the rest of the apartment. With two? Holy fuck.
I'm now considering storing all the vintage dresses until we move and doing a major wardrobe purge, down to 3 knit dresses, 3 skirts, 3 pairs of leggings or pants, 6 tops, and 6 pairs of shoes. That'd be enough stuff that, if I kept the vintage hats, I could still rotate enough to feel vaguely dressy and non-repetitive and free up two dresser drawers and the living room closet.
Aimée, I can't get into my SFistas email from here and Hec is napping... when exactly are we meeting for dinner?
Kidney-ma to your mom, Suzi.
