
Chatting to some Playcenter moms (or Playcentre Mums, as they say here), someone asked about accommodations for the new baby. I had been thinking along the lines of a blanket-lined clothes basket to start out, but that must have seemed a bit roughish to them because one of the other moms generously offered the loan of their bassinet. I graciously accepted, having in my mind’s eye the plain woven basket my parents had as a bassinet for us. The clinking and clanking inside the hefty bag was the first hint that this bassinet was not to be such a simple affair. I pulled it out one evening to have a look and two college-educated adults spent the next 1.5 hours puzzling over its assembly, with Milo’s enthusiastic “help.” Not that there are lots of pieces either….. After 3 or 4 restarts we finally got it looking like a photo we found on the internet.
It’s like the Sherman tank story from my childhood. Sorry to other readers for that oblique reference. It came from a Mad magazine poem. Since I’m hoping for a grand daughter, I like the frilly thing. Lots.