Nesting -- Part II

I am often amazed by my husband's commitment and follow-through with an idea. 

Until this weekend, we'd done almost nothing as far as setting up the nursery or any other nesting activities. We'd bought some baby clothes at a consignment sale and that was about it. 

On Friday, I used my extra holiday-season employee discount at the Science Museum's gift shop to buy the "Stim-Mobile" that I had had my eye on. I think that this was our first new baby purchase. 

On Saturday, I first mentioned the idea of us switching rooms with Bambin@ and we took our measurements and explored our options, as described in yesterday's post. 

On Sunday, my father-in-law came up and he and Ben installed a hanging bar in my closet. 

Afterwards, we went to IKEA and bought a crib, a mattress, a changing table, and all the related linens so that we could set them up at my in-laws house for holiday guests this Christmas and then move them to our home once they'd served their temporary purpose. We also bought the rug that I'd wanted for the nursery. 

Today, while I was at work, Ben and his dad made the room switch in its entirety. I came home to  an entirely different upstairs. The twin bed, baby's dresser, and glider/ottoman were in the new nursery. Space for the changing table and crib were demarcated and the Stim-Mobile was on the floor in the spot where the crib will eventually be. Our bed, my desk and our end tables were in what had formerly been our office/future-nursery. The printer was absent entirely -- no doubt, stashed somewhere waiting to be relocated. Everything looked perfect.  I have no idea how they did this. It seemed like a nightmarish round of tetris to me -- to get one large bed out of a small room and into a room where there is currently another bed, a desk, etc . . . and then to get the other furniture from that room out and over to the small room. The hallway separating the bedrooms is little more than a landing, so it seems like some sort of bizarre witchcraft that allowed this to happen.   

But that's Ben for you. I make an off-hand remark and think that enacting it will take several weeks of careful planning in order to execute. Instead, within 60 hours he turns it into a dream come true. "Oh, you'd like the back and front halves of the second floor to be flip-flopped? No problem, babe."