The Change Table

The change table arrived earlier this week. Unassembled and weighing more than I expect our child ever will - barring an unfortunate thyroid condition or Dorito addiction - it took two of us to load it into the car, but only one of me to unload it and drag it into the house, up the stairs, and into the nursery. Aaron's back: 1. ~500 pounds of painted pressboard: 0.

The box read "easy to assemble" - careful wording to be sure. It certainly didn't say "quick and easy to assemble", or "intuitive", or "assembly should be a fun and easy way to unwind on a rainy Wednesday night". Nor did it say "man, prepare for the worst", although maybe it should have. Two and a half hours, ten blistered fingers, two crossed eyes, two twisted and knotted legs, and one near-panic attack later - ta-dah - we have a brand new, pearly white and immovable change table in our developing nursery (thanks Al & Murna!).

To serve as a cat bed for the next seven weeks or so...