Let me tell you, it’s a lot of fun preparing for a baby on one side of the country when all your baby things are on the other side of the country.
Baby clothes – I can’t possibly justify buying new ones when there are BINS of the stuff sitting in Summerville.
Baby change table and pad – ditto.
Crib – likewise.
Bouncy Chair – I just gave in and bought a used one here.
Rocking chair or glider – Both are sitting unused in NL.
Bumbo – It’s so light it is worth getting shipped out, because that thing is GOLD.
Baby bathtub – At least that gives me an excuse to buy one of these nifty buckets.
And then there’s all the little reminders of Sylvia’s birth and early days, like her hospital bracelet and baby book and cards from friends and relatives. I know if I were in Summerville I’d be spending a lot of time going through those things and settling into nostalgia and memories of that wonderful sweet time. Oh sure, I’d be on a mad tear to get the spare room finished (and I mean finished. That’s the only room we didn’t touch when we undertook the Great Summerville Project of 2010, and there are still bare panels of drywall on one side, outright holes in the original walls, and peeling ceiling paint). But I’d be among familiar things at least.
We brought Sylvia home to a half-finished house and now we’re about to do it again for the second time.
I’m always the first to say you don’t need half the stuff on the Baby! Essentials! lists, so I don’t even know why my lack of preparation is distressing me. We’ve got diapers, and a bassinet. Everything else is a luxury, right?
I know. PERSPECTIVE. Mine must be lost in the mail.
We have this wall hanging in our bedroom. It’s not exactly art – I stretched some IKEA printed fabric over a wooden frame, stapled down the edges and called it done. Only the spruce boards I used to make the frame weren’t cut evenly. Instead of a nice square picture on the wall, we have an irregular quadrilateral.
The 2-foot square hanging is only out by an inch or so, and normal people may not even notice it. As a matter of fact, until yesterday it was little cause for concern for us either, because it hung on the wall adjacent to our bed. The out-of-line frame wasn’t as noticeable because we were looking at it from an angle.
Yesterday I rearranged furniture in the bedroom to make room for baby things, and the trapezoid/trapezium now hangs at the foot of our bed, where we can see it face-on every morning and night. I’m considering a fun social experiment in which I track Travis’s blood pressure until he rips it off the wall and chucks it out the window.
You have to understand – when we were renovating the Summerville Project, we wired about half the upstairs outlets before we installed the flooring. Once the flooring went down, those plugs sat 11 and a half inches above the floor. When we realized there was a difference of half and inch between the early round of plugs and those that were wired in after the floor was put down, (standard height is 12 inches) well we just had to go back and move the first 14 outlets up half an inch.
(If we had spent less time on levelling up outlets and light switch plates, the Summerville Project might be closer to being done by now, but I digress…)
We both come by this neurosis honestly. Travis has a relative who will take a screw driver around the house, ensuring the tiny screw heads affixing light plates to the wall are all pointing in the same direction. (Directly up and down). You should SEE my parent’s driveway after a snowfall – a single flake wouldn’t dare settle in the driveway after my father has meticulously shovelled. And asymmetrical necklaces drive me around the bend – just ask my former coworkers. Oh I get the ones that are made from all different beads and are DELIBERATELY asymmetrical, but the one that are just slightly irregular with one bead of a repeating pattern out of place? Let me get too close and I just might grab that necklace from around your neck and restring it for you, thus restoring harmony to the world.
The wall hanging is going to have to go.