Nesting

Nick and I are nesting. I’m ready to get started on the baby’s room and he’s apparently been telling folks at school that the crib is up. It’s not. So when I suggested we get to work the other night, he was only too happy to leave his fort and help. Chris was out with the boys and missed all the fun. The former owners of our house painted a cute mural on the walls of the nursery with trees, flowers, insects and a few bunnies. So our guest room has been a bit “outdoorsy” for some time. The guest room now moving to the tiny room in the basement. Sorry guests. It truly is a “bedroom” now, as the bed is about all that fits there.

Nick and I got upstairs and got the mattress off pretty easily. Until I stepped on his hand. Nothing a Transformer band-aid couldn’t help (had to be a Decepticon – bad guy). Even though there was no blood. Then we wrestled it out into the hallway where Nick’s wrist got stuck between the mattress and door frame. A tiny bit of blood and bruising with this one. This is where it started to dawn on me that a pregnant woman and 4 year old shouldn’t be attempting to move mattresses by themselves. But Nick insisted we continue. So with a bandaged wrist we managed to slide the mattress down the stairs. With a big thud and crunch. Sigh. Slight dent in the wall and the mattress was stuck at the landing. We finally got down the second flight with some wall scrapping. We’ve been meaning to paint those walls anyway. This is where I finally said “enough”. Nick insisted we could get it down the basement stairs. I insisted we had to stop and wait for Dad’s help. We then took turns deciding what Chris’s face would look like when he came home and saw the mattress propped up against the wall. We both guessed a look of surprise. Apparently it was a look of eyes rolling.

We were able to talk Chris into helping us move everything to the basement last night. Got the mattress down the basement stairs by folding it in half. Who knew?! (Mom and Dad – tell us if you can tell the next time you sleep on it). Then we set the bed up in the new guest room. Nick was super helpful and would have gladly stayed up all night putting the crib together. Told him that would have to wait for another night. Especially since we can’t remember where we put the crib hardware. Sigh. “So this is nesting, eh?” said the happy father.