With that kind of budget

I just asked some creative friends for ideas on maximizing a small space – we’re moving Baby #2 into Baby #1’s Toddler’s room & need to get creative to fit both beds in there and still have any space for storage.

After I describe the situation (we’re in tight quarters – a very small 2 bedroom and the bunk-bed solution that I keep finding online won’t work because Toddler is only 2), someone sends me a link.

To a $3400 toddler murphy bed.

Yes. Thirty four hundred dollars.

Aka Three THOUSAND four hundred dollars.

Look, chica. If I had $3400 I’d be using it.

  • For an interior designer to solve my problems with the kids room.
  • Or movers to haul our crap to a bigger house.
  • Or a babysitting account so we could go out to eat at a non-kid-friendly restaurant or see a movie more than once in a year.
  • Or a month’s worth of alcohol 😉

Flying With an Infant, Take 1

Tomorrow is my first flight with baby, and my anxiety is basically at a fever pitch. If you were to read my list of worries, it would go something like this:

What if she cries the whole time? What if everyone shoots daggers out their eyes at me for having a baby on board? What if my plane suddenly becomes a convertible? What if she thrashes around and refuses a bottle on takeoff and landing and her ears are killing her as a result? What if she has a poopy blowout on the passengers seated next to me? How do you change an infant on a plane? Is there a changing table in that tiny cramped lavatory? What if I sh*t myself because I’m so stressed out? Where do I change? And how do I do that with an infant?

You get the idea. I deliberately chose a short flight to visit my friend Mari, so that I could get the experience of flying with baby over with. Well, and see my BFF! Which I am very excited about. But I’ve yet to find useful info online about how to pack, so I’m not exactly sure how I’ll manage a carseat, the carseat carrier, the breast pump, the bottles (both those that are yet to be filled and those with milk in them already), a changing pad, diapers, wipes, toys, a blanket, spare clothes, mittens, her hat, my phone, my iPod, a pacifier, and my own coat & gloves, plus my checked bag all by myself, so I’m a little frazzled. Right about now I’m picturing that I get to the gate unscathed only to find that I’ve forgotten baby at security and I get called on the intercom. I’ll let you know how it turns out!