I hate gliders. I hate the way they look. I hate the fact that eventually the mechanics look capable of pinching Jane's little fingers off. Plus, I battle vertigo. Gliders and I are not friends.
But we did want a big chair. A comfortable chair. A place where we could hold baby Jane, and then one day read to her when she's older. I also did not want to spend five kajillion dollars.
I've read so many baby blogs. I've noted the prices of what people spend on nurseries. They say things like, "This chair was expensive, but it's such a good investment." And then I check the price tag, my eyes begin to burn and I mutter, "$1,500 is a savings account, not an investment."
This one from Target suited the bill just fine. I can sit in it cross-legged and it folds out into makeshift bed (good for nights where she's sick and someone needs to be in there). Jane now has an official spot for reading.
In other news, remember those black shelves I hated? Well, I couldn't get away from them that easily. They've ended up at home in the nursery, and surprisingly enough, I like the way they look in there. Plus, they were free. Now THAT'S what I call a good investment.
But like any good Dad, Matt was worried about Jane pulling them over on her head. Or climbing them while pretending she's a treasure hunter scaling the side of a mountain. So he attached them to the wall with several sets of L-brackets. Let me just say, these puppies aren't moving. In fact, if the New Madrid fault line decides to go crazy and shake our house down, I suspect the shelves will still be standing, unmoved.
So we have a chair. And kid proofed shelves. We're getting there.