It doesn't look very offensive, right? It was a Christmas in August gift from Tim's parents. Thanks Steve & Cynthia!
Anyway, it's difficult to imagine that anyone could really have a problem with such a night light. Anyone that is, except this little guy:
Don't be fooled by that cute, little, innocent face! He's a killer! And when he noticed the night light for the first time yesterday morning, he sure told the night light who is boss around our house! He barked at it and growled at it and scratched his little hind legs at it. So Tim and I laughed at him for a few minutes, and then Tim went and unplugged the night light so Howie could check it out and now Howie is okay with it. He's so silly! He doesn't really know what to think about new things around the house, or things that are out of place. He'll bark at a box of cereal on the countertop, if it strikes him that it doesn't belong there. And forget about leaving a box on the stairs for a more convenient time to take it upstairs than the present moment! Howie comes unglued!
Fortunately, Howie hasn't minded the new baby furniture we found for a screaming deal on Craigslist!
Here is a picture of the changing table we found - complete with drawers so Howie won't be able to get into and chew up diapers!
And here is the matching crib!
And how much did we pay for these two awesome pieces of baby furniture you may ask? We paid the very low price of $100 for both! I told Tim that the price was a screaming deal, but he didn't believe me until his sister came to visit and confirmed that I found a screaming deal. He has a tendency to do that. Maybe one of these days he'll learn that I'm pretty much always right, and just listen to me!
Now that we've found this baby furniture, I've been a little bit sad that I don't have any more bargains to be watching Craigslist and Backpage for. I'm thinking though, that I may start watching for a great deal on another changing table to put somewhere downstairs. A diaper changing station downstairs would be much more convenient than having to haul myself and baby up eighteen stairs every time he or she needs a bum change and we don't happen to be upstairs already.
No comments:
Post a Comment