Dylan & Kate's Excellent Adventure

Dylan and I are off to DC this morning for a conference. Little parasite-face gets to come because I am still her only food source. My dad is going to be the nanny and escort us on the plane. I'm sure you all can't wait to hear about Baby's First Trip Through Airport Security.

We booted Dylan out of our room over the weekend. We had her in a bassinet attached to our bed until she outgrew it like Clifford the Big Red Baby. Then in early December we moved her to a crib. I think getting used to that was one of the sources of her sleep troubles in the past month and a half, but we've more or less got the bugs hammered out at this point. Not that her bed has bugs or hammers in it.

Putting Dylan's crib in her own room involved moving an intimidatingly large desk, a task we have been avoiding for, oh, about five months now. We didn't plan out the actual rearrangement of the furniture very well. We disassembled the crib in the middle of the day Saturday, then wandered away, distracted by shiny things and food. As Dylan's bedtime (she has a bedtime! but that's a whole other post) quickly approached, we realized that the desk was in the crib spot and the crib was still dismantled and all hell was about to break loose.

First we had to clear Dylan's extensive stuffed animal collection off the desk. Not pictured: the ENORMOUS stuffed bear from Josh and Laura.














As I am a weakling, we rolled the desk into the hallway, so it blocked both the bathroom and the office. And there it stayed for a full day until Kirsten came over and helped Aaron move it. Kirsten also brought Aaron a triple (3/4 lbs of meat) from Wendy's because I guess she wants him dead.














Then I put Dylan to sleep because when the time comes there is no stopping her. I had to hold her up for a full hour while Aaron moved and reassembled the crib. Good times for all. Aaron likes to use the intercom as a walkie-talkie (where's the crib sheet...I can't hear you...I'm taking offense at your lack of response), so that facilitated conversation throughout the process. But now she has her own room and we have our room back. Between the baby being in there and Aaron going to bed early from the bakery, I haven't been able to walk in my bedroom in the evening and turn the lights on in three years.