BDR's room, Stage 2

(Stage 1 was the entirely unexciting move of all office/dining furniture from BDR's room to the living space.)

Since rain threw a wrench in our plans to visit the Redwoods this weekend, we got crackin' on BDR's home.

We still have a lot of work to do, but in case you're curious what it looks like to have a baby in a small, 1-bedroom condo, take a look:

This is/will be BDR's room, although right now it's just a depository for chairs.

Please note:
1. Kevin's giant-sized Homer Pez dispenser, which I have promised will be in BDR's room.
2. Kevin's 2005 UNC National Championship pennant, which I also have promised will be in BDR's room.
3. A whole lot of junk that I can't really figure out a place for, on shelves that we're hoping will be filled to the brim by the Diaper Fairy.
4. An actual piece of baby accoutrement: a changing table. (We've yet to get the pad, though.)
5. Ugly, ugly, ugly light fixture that we used to bang our head on every day until we figured out how to use binder rings to raise it two feet. Behind it? The talking Simpsons' clock, which - you've guessed it! - I have promised will be in BDR's room. (Kevin's hoping BDR's first words are "Mmm. Sixty-four slices of American cheese."
6. Blinds, but future home to curtains I sewed together this weekend.
7. Our stroller/car seat, which has a really frighteningly strong petrochemical smell. I'm kind of hesitant to keep it in the house, let alone put a newborn in it.
8. And, the piece de resistance, the pile of plastic bags we've been stockpiling for diaper duty.

In time, the crib will join it's friends the Chair Family and Mr. Changing Table in BDR's room. Until then, though, it will take up space in our bedroom, like so:


Hmm. It's a tight squeeze, for sure. What you can't really tell from this photo is that my nightstand actually sticks out about two feet from the wall, right in my line-of-fire for late-night bathroom runs. It's possible I'll break an ankle on it.

The good news is we have everything in its own place. I'm not really sure how we managed to take 700 square feet and jam so much crap into it. Well, actually, I have an idea: take a look at the position of our dresser:


I suspect we've maxed out all potential wall space.

And, this photo doesn't even capture the fact that the lightswitch actually is covered up by a stereo.