Bunk Beds. Two weeks ago Felix hurled himself out of his crib. And not in the dexterous fashion that Desmond perfected when he was about this age. Felix pushed his sizable baby girth up with brute strength and then flung himself to the floor below. We ditched the crib. And I have thought of little besides big kid beds now for the last two weeks. This obsession has not only completely consumed me, but also, in true black hole fashion, sucks the light and cheer and joy from any mass in my vicinity. We will speak of nothing else. I need to find, right now please, stylish, safe, well-made, preferably second hand, definitely affordable bunk beds that separate into two twins. Ideally in a dark wood finish. A trundle for sleep-overs would be nice. The top rail is essential as it will make one the toddler bed until the boys are old enough for the beds to get stacked up into truly terrifying flinging heights.
(This was a month before. But look at him. He's gonna go for it.)
I am also occasionally thinking about:
- A pie iron.
- The carrot cookies on 101 cookbooks. Lightly sweet and softly coconut-ty. A perfect afternoon snack and maybe even an acceptable breakfast cookie. (Thank you, Dorka.)
- These cute little raw carrot cakes. (I haven't tried the recipe yet, have you?)
- This veggie burger recipe. (Also on my to try list.)
- Working my way through this list of the top 10 ethnic markets in the San Gabriel Valley. We went to Hawaii Supermarket last Sunday. Great.
- Korean Food. We ate at Cham Korean Bistro. Pleasant, tasty. Missed the banchan and kimchi. Want to eat seitan bulgogi here. And was momentarily consumed by something non-bunk-bed related while I read Mark Bittman's article in last Sunday's New York Times magazine.
- Oh, and Moroccan Food. I recently received a tagine, and have since been reading myself bed time stories from Paula Wolfert's Couscous and Other Good Food from Morocco.
- Richard Scarry.
Now, I'm back to scouring Craigslist, unless you have any words of bunk bed wisdom?