February 24, 2013

Never Say Never

When I found out I was pregnant, I set a goal for us to be in the yurt by the time the baby came. There was NO way we were going to be able to squeeze a third person into our cabin, no way. Then Eden was born early and we were nowhere near being in the yurt, and so we added another person to our cabin. Turns out there was a way, not even that tough really.

But, now we would DEFINITELY be in the yurt by fall, winter at the latest. There was NO way we were using the woodstove with an infant in such a little space. Well....fall came and went, and we have managed to have an infant and a warm house. No big deal.

BUT, we WILL be in the yurt by the time Eden starts crawling. There is NO WAY we are managing a crawling infant, a woodstove, a 5-foot high bed, etc.

Okay, I think I've learned my lesson now. Where there's a will there's a way, lots of ways actually. Eden is crawling, pulling up on everything, and even experimenting with bipedal locomotion, and the yurt, while slowly moving closer, is not move-in-able yet. So, we find ways.

Our latest adaptation involves eliminating the disastrous possibility of a tumble out of our much elevated bed. We put our bed up high enough to accommodate our dressers and storage area for out-of-season clothes underneath. As of today, though, we've cleared everything out from under our bed (taken it to the yurt of course) and put our mattress on the floor under the bed. I kept out a half-dozen or so outfits for myself, stacked in a momentarily neat pile at the foot of the bed. So, this is my first night sleeping in the "cave". I'm really pretty impressed with us for making it work, whatever happens. I love how life keeps totally wiping out my will-not-cross lines. Keeps me adaptable. Now, I just wonder how many times I'm going to bonk my head on the bed frame with this new arrangement.