Room for three

It's no secret that Scott and I live in a studio apartment with a baby. We thought this was just going to be a temporary thing and that by the time MacPherson was three months old, we'd be in a new place. Due to a longer stay than planned down in Florida (Scroll down to the post titled "Tampa in May"), we were left with just a handful of days to find, sign, and move into an apartment up here. If you've never tried searching for an apartment in NYC, you will not understand how absolutely crazy this feat can be. We looked everywhere, from Brooklyn to Queens to Washington Heights and all over Manhattan. Everything we saw listed online was either gone by the time we could go see it (meaning gone after just an hour of it being posted) or the post in itself was a lie posted by shady brokers that lure you in with their postings of "I have a great two bedroom apartment with a wrap around terrace overlooking the Hudson for just 2k a month!" and then when you ask to see it they say "oh, drat, that one's gone. How about I show you something similar for 10k a month nearby?" Um. No. Enjoy your jerk sandwich-with a side of I hate you. So yeah...we stayed put. Next came the hard job of fitting a full nursery set into our space, as before, all we had was a changing table and a small bassinet. After moving around several things and throwing away/organizing a ton, we've done it. And so, here it is. Our humble Room for three:

Our kitchen, though really nice according to NYC standards, was small and becoming over-cluttered with bottles and night time formulas and teething medications and... Scott took two metal shelves and turned the area into an organized spot, with room now for all of the "stuff" that comes with babies and feeding, plus room for all of our teas and sugars/honey and mugs. It looks ten times better. Trust me.

MacPherson's closet outside of our closet. We can now only open one side of our closet doors, so if Scott needs something of his, I'll be the one climbing in to retrieve it due to our vast size differences, which I'm sure all of you have noticed. If not....

Our home. Our king sized bed is at the bottom of this picture, the couch is right next to it and touches Scott's office. MacPherson's room is right behind the office, with his rocking chair and ottoman sitting right next to his crib. On the other side of the TV, by our bed, is his changing table.

it works.

And, now, a few parting quotes:

“Small rooms or dwellings discipline the mind, large ones weaken it.” – Leonardo Da Vinci
Yes, what he said. Though let's be honest, give me a mansion overlooking the sea and I'll take it and call myself weak all the days of my life.


"May your home always be too small to hold all of your friends."  ~Author Unknown 
Yep. Check.

And my favorite:

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.   

 ~Lyrics from Country Singer, Doug Stone. Song: "Little houses"