When Baby Powers was still a hypothetical possibility, I came up with the crazy idea to house her in one of our two master closets for the better part of her first year. We have TWO huge walk-in master closets – Mr. Powers’s is in a quiet corner of our bedroom, and mine is off our master bath. While we’ve grown accustomed to the excess personal space and sartorial autonomy (in my case, the freedom to pile dirty clothes right next to the hamper without guilt), it’s not even close to necessary.
Meanwhile, while our house technically has four bedrooms, the fourth is a downstairs office, far from the rest of us and not suitable for a child’s bedroom for a number of reasons (even if I were willing to give up the office space). So that leaves two kid bedrooms upstairs and, now no longer hypothetically, a third kid on the way. Girl Powers and Boy Powers will make great roommates, I think – but I’m hesitant to pull the trigger on bunk beds quite yet. Boy Powers is a rotten sleeper, even at two, and with all the adjustments of a new baby and transitioning out of a crib, I imagine sleep getting worse before it gets better. Selfishly, I’d rather not deal with all this while in my third trimester or while nursing a newborn.
All this to say: the kids’ rooms will stay as is until next summer or so (including Boy Powers in the crib until he’s three, which seems insane because Girl Powers was in a bed at 21 months, but I keep hearing that people do this and that as long as he’s not launching himself out and endangering himself in the process, that this is acceptable). By this time next year, Baby will be 6-9 months, Boy Powers will be three and Girl Powers five. In the interim, Baby gets a Closet Nursery in our bedroom, and Mr. Powers gets booted from his closet into mine.
Here is his official Eviction Notice, taped to the closet door on the day I found out I was pregnant:
There’s something that feels like reality TV about being challenged to turn a closet into a baby’s room. Like on Top Chef when they are blindfolded and have to cook with mystery ingredients while the clock ticks. It’s temporary, yes, but I also want it to look like a real (mini) nursery, and not a depressing hovel. To Pinterest I turned for closet nursery ideas (it’s a whole niche, I tell you), color schemes, and tips for refinishing an old dresser (which is currently in the closet and will most likely stay).
The decorating is a way off still, but the demolition began last weekend! We removed one wall of closet shelving to make room for the bassinet (or later, the pack n play) and are leaving the other two to remain as storage.
Here are a few before pictures:
This is the wall we dismantled, after it was cleaned out:
And some of the demo in process:
And here’s the empty wall post-demolition. We’ll sand and paint it – hopefully a color that is both baby-girl friendly and also transitionable back to a manly man cave of a closet next year. A trendy gray, methinks?
Believe it or not, all of this closet talk has a point. Last week on Scottsdale Moms Blog I wrote about my pregnancy resolutions – the things I want to be more intentional about on this last ride on the 40-week roller coaster. One of those resolutions was to write stuff down – boring stuff, deep thoughts, depressing statistics like the fact that Baby Center has the audacity to email me and say I have probably gained about 10 pounds and in reality it’s almost DOUBLE THAT (see? writing stuff down! confessing to the internet my many varied pregnancy sins!).
So in keeping with the desire to document my last pregnancy, I thought a little DIY closet makeover series was appropriate for this here blog. As we continue to turn hovel into haven I’ll post photos and updates throughout the process. While this is hilarious to me for the simple reason that we are the LEAST DIY-inclined family on the planet, it will at least serve as some external accountability for the project (translation: I’m more likely to actually decorate and organize the closet if the internet is watching), AND someday when Baby Powers tells the world that her parents put her in a closet as a baby, I’ll have PROOF that it was much less Harry Potter and much more une petite chambre.
(Because when in doubt, say it in French and it sounds so much less tacky.)