Now that 2011 is here, I can finally announce to the world that I & My Better Half are expecting a baby on July 4! We’ve been quietly sharing the good news with family and friends, and one of the most bizarre questions I get is along the lines of “Uh, where’s the baby going to, er, go?”
Fair enough, I guess. My house is small, after all (about 900 square feet). One of my college friends once exclaimed that my house was “smaller than [his] first apartment after college!” And the second bedroom is currently a stuffed-to-the-gills office slash guest room (that has no room for guests). But last time I checked, babies are kinda small. I’ve come up with tons of places the baby can “go”:
- In a bucket.
- In a big tupperware.
- In the bathtub.
- In a dresser drawer.
- In the oven. When it’s not on, people. Calm down!
- In the laundry basket.
- Or my favorite: I’ll get one of those over-the-door shoe hanger things & rip out the seams between a few of the pockets. That’ll be for the baby, and the remaining intact pockets will be for all their crap – pacifiers, diapers, onesies…