We're slowly making progress on getting Jim's room somewhat presentable, and yesterday we finally got around to putting his crib together. By that, of course, I mean Noah put his crib together while I watched and occasionally made helpful comments such as, "That looks heavy." and "Haha, you're making a silly face." In my defense, I really did want to help but Noah wasn't hearing any of it - I think he's afraid I'm going to spontaneously burst into labor if I attempt to hold something over five pounds (or use an allen wrench, apparently).
We opted to go with the light wood so that it would match the glider we picked up at the used store for $25. I'm actually quite impressed - it turned out to be exactly the same color. I need to make some new covers for the cushions on the glider, but after that it should all look quite nice.
The only picture I have which includes the glider also prominently features Noah's butt. Not my fault.
It all went together shockingly easily, with the exception of the metal thingy that the mattress sits on. That part would likely have been easy as well if I'd been allowed to help, but Noah was all "RARRRR! Am MAN! Can assemble ALONE!" And he could, with a bit of cursing and finger-pinching.
You'll have to fill in the profanities from your own imaginations.
In the end, the entire thing only took about forty-five minutes to completely assemble, which is not bad at all.
"Look triumphant," I said.
The finished product is absolutely enormous. Is that how big cribs normally are? I could practically sleep in it. It seems a little oversized for a tiny baby. Noah informs me that Jim will probably get larger eventually, but still. It's crazy big.
Also, is it absolutely necessary to make cribs so prison-like? I'm not sure Jimmybear needs to be going behind bars quite yet.
Today, alas, we haven't been quite so productive. We spent the morning playing co-op games on the 360 and chasing each other around the house with squirt guns.
Yep, we are totally suitable to be taking home a baby.