What was my crowning achievement for the night? Building a crib. Actually, that is a bit flattering, more like assembling a crib that was only in 5 pieces and had around 20 screws. But still, I had to use a small Ikea-ish allen wrench and my hands were definitely getting crampy (crampy is a technical man term). I just thought it would feel really cool to put the boy's crib together all by myself, a little daddy ego padding. I thought I might start flashing forward (not a reference to the crap-ass ABC show) about other things I would do with, or for, the boy throught his life. Unfortunately, their were no Hallmark like hallunciations, but it did feel good to see it all put together, even though it really wasn't difficult (I think I only cussed about 3 times, as opposed to my usual profanity fest that accompanies normal furniture assembly) and it definitely makes the guest room seem a lot more like a kid's room now, even though it is huge. Seriously, it's almost as big as my futon in college. Look at that, I'm already pulling the "back in my day.." crap on the little unborn reflection/comparison of myself.
I showed off my hard work to the wife and she loved it, but explained that he wouldn't actually sleep in it for the first few months, he would instead sleep in a bassinet in our room, then eventually migrate to his new mega-crib. So I just spent my Sunday evening working on something that won't be used until maybe late Spring?! That's when I decided I will just pay for assembly for everything else once the little guy arrives. Mostly because then I will have less negative psychological associations with all the cool stuff I buy for him, and more time to just make fun of him. Just like last night, instead of cursing modern power tools for not coming with an allen wrench attachment I could have been tearing into my carne asada burrito and watching Curb Your Enthusiasm.
Wow, those walls look amazing.
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