Making the most of the moment

Last night the ear doctor and I decided the time had come to put together the crib his parents lovingly bought for us. I was excited about this since it kind of seemed like one of those pre-baby "moments" that can really mean a lot. I was also worried that we'd open the box and it was explode with a million tiny little screws and pieces that would take 5 hours to figure out how to assemble.

 That was not the case. There were a total of 5 pieces and 8 bolts to get the thing together. When we first started taking things out of the box Roscoe got really scared. He's terrified of our ladder and anything that remotely resembles it, so the side of the crib was terrifying for him.

We decided to put it together in our front room since there would be more space there for us to work. The thing went together in under 10 minutes.

 However, when we attempted to move it from the front room, through the kitchen and into the "nursery" (AKA mudroom) we were a little shocked to see that the doorway cut in 1923 wasn't big enough to enable to passage of the crib through the room. Oops.

At this point all we had to do was take on of the sides off to get it through the doorway.

 We thought we were home free until we tried to slide it back into place. The crib fits EXACTLY in the back of this room. And I mean EXACTLY in this room. There was no way we could fit it in the room partially built.

So we had to totally dismantle the thing and rebuild it again in place.

And it was about a million degrees in this little room yesterday.

 Once we finally got it put together, it was time to get out the mattress and put on the pad and sheets..

 Put the mattress in place...

 Stepped back...

 and whipped out instagram...

Once it was all set up we stood back and both stood there looking at the empty crib. It's all ready. We're ready. Our son has a place in our home.