When Ellie was a baby, she slept in a crib.
Annie slept in her crib for maybe five hours.
Then she slept with me on the floor of her room, next to her crib.
Until we inched all the way to the couch, back, and into my bed.
Oh, wait, yes she did!
She used it for trampoline jumping contests during playdates with her little toddler friends.
But for sleeping?
Which made me so happy since I thought I would go through the same “no baby sleep in crib” scenario with my next child.
I had grand plans, but I am weak with a baby crying.
Ellie slept in that crib from week two until she was four-years-old, bless her heart.
I stood strong.
And yes, I know, she was in there a little longer than most kids, but I wasn’t ready for her to give up the crib.
Anyway, we finally got her into a big girl bed and I said to Mike, “don’t throw the crib to the curb, I am not ready yet”.
Not ready yet, meaning not ready to say goodbye to the crib.
I mean, I was totally done with the whole baby-making thing.
Because baby crying.
Cool ideas, really, all while preserving the environment.
But nothing spoke to me.
Until I was thinking about my love of ladders one day. Not aluminum ladders, but those old wooden ladders.
I have always wanted one or two in my home to hold blankets or magazines.
But didn’t want to go through the execution of placing one in my home until the past two years for fear my then-toddler would climb the said ladder.
And she would have climbed the crap out of that ladder.
So while thinking about my love of ladders, I had a brainstorming moment.
An A- HA moment, if you will.
I have a “ladder”!!
It has been sitting in my basement for two years!!!
A HAAAAAA. HAAAAA.
Totally said like Chandler Bing.
My internal voice is Chandler Bing.
Here is the “ladder” aka “crib rail.”:
PRETEND YOU CAN SEE A PICTURE HERE. AGAIN, PICTURES WERE DESTROYED IN THE MOVING OF MY BLOG.
And here is the wonderful after:
I spray-painted it off-white… Valspar Hotel Vanilla to be exact and gave it two coats.
Then I took sandpaper to it because I wanted it to look like an old wooden ladder.
Then propped it up in my favorite reading corner.
And put some reading material on the rungs.
Baby is indeed in a corner.
I went there.
I love this so much.
I look at this and remember that this was once used to hold my youngest when she was a baby.
And now it holds Chicago’s 20 best restaurants and Rachel Ray’s favorite recipes.
Baby likes being in a corner, by the way.
It’s a lot better gig than holding a screaming child with a dirty diaper.