I know it's not Christmas time, but that song has been sung quite a bit around these parts lately. Why? Well because until this morning, Monkey didn't have a crib. Not only did he not have a crib, he had no hope of his parents deciding on a crib prior to his June arrival.
We are researchers. Sometimes to a fault. We also tend to have expensive taste, without the ability to actually afford the items we like. Combine these character traits with a trend towards disposable baby furniture and you see our problem.
The good news is after a few false starts, including a trip to Babies R Us where I scratched the cherry finish off a crib with my fingernail and a close call where we almost ordered a crib involved in a recall, we have decided and ordered Monkey's home base for when he decides the womb just isn't cutting it anymore. (
Which better not happen any time soon, kid! I said we ordered the crib, I didn't say the furniture was assembled or anything! Stay put for another 18 weeks or so if you wouldn't mind.)
So without further ado, a peek at what Monkey's room will look like soon.