When Ellie was a baby, she slept in a crib.
Annie slept in her crib for a total of 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 it was!
It was used for trampoline jumping contests during playdates with her little toddler friends.
But for sleeping?
Which made me so happy since I thought I would be going through the same “no baby sleep in crib” scenario with my next child.
I had grand plans but I am weak when it comes to 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 the hubs, “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.
This has a point.
So while thinking about my love of ladders, I had a brainstorming moment.
An A- HAAAAAA 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, F Y I.
Here is the “ladder” aka “crib rail”:
Yes, but do they proudly hang it on a door??
There is an amazing story that goes along with it.
Not enough of a story to write a whole blog post.
Let’s just say that there are three other people on this planet who have this same exact sombrero.
And we may have ALL worn them at the exact same time.
In front of 1000s of strangers.
That’s all I will say.
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.