Doo doo doo, oh
Doo doo doo doo doo doo (oh)
Doo doo doo, oh
I know that those lyrics pretty much give away the whole post, but I’ll go ahead with it anyway.
It was only two years ago that we had a tiny Cool Baby who smiled toothless grins and made sweet-smelling poo (a benefit of nursing). Eventually, the baby started crawling, then walking, but he was still wobbly and generally wordless. Now, there’s no question that we have a boy on our hands, and I’m accepting that with a little reservation. It’s because I really love the baby part of Cool Baby. In the last couple of weeks, we’ve realized that there are areas in CB’s life where he has to leave babyhood behind.
CB is one of the last (if not the last) of his contemporaries to be potty-trained. I felt a little better when I heard about kids who weren’t potty-trained until they were four, but it’s time to get CB out of diapers. Soon, life will be too hectic to deal with soiled bottoms.
For all of CB’s life, we’ve helped him fall asleep. When he was young, the cry-it-out method didn’t work at night. He would cry for hours and not fall asleep. We always had to be in the room with him.
When we moved up here, we couldn’t choose whether we wanted to be in the room with him. Living in a one-room studio kinda makes those choices for you. Even when we moved into a place with innovations like a door separating the bedroom from living room, we still helped CB fall asleep. To be honest, I liked it. It was nice, quiet daddy-son time after I got home from work. continued…
A family of three living in a one-room studio can inspire some goofiness that even Elmo can appreciate.
continued...Cool Mum channeled Tom Hanks in 'Big' when the neighbors got loud one day.
continued...The Cool Studio is open to you for an exclusive tour. Get ready to be awestruck!
continued...Tonight, we had a couple of friends over for dinner. We debated whether we could pull off hosting a meal with 4.5 people in our 200-sq ft studio apartment. But considering the boy’s bedtime, our friends graciously offered to come over.
And miraculously, the place didn’t seem crowded. Cool Mum did a great job of cleaning, stacking things on top of each other, and just making stuff that usually resides on the floor disappear.
I was pleasantly surprised that we didn’t have to make our friends take turns coming in from the hallway to hang out. I don’t think we had to squeeze by each other once. And I was able to sit comfortably instead of scrunching up into a ball in the corner.
This studio is an endless source of jokes, but it’s clearly a blessing from God. I’ll always remember when I first complained about this place on my Twitter, our blog friend Chad Wright promptly sent this reply:
Whew – powerful encouragment and conviction. Maybe I should give up complaining about our little home for the rest of Lent / my life. And thinking about this past week, we should also give up posting about it, too (for a while).
