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Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Mothers--help (crib-related)
We have a crib, crib mattress, and fitted sheet. We also received a zippered vinyl mattress protector and a quilted mattress cover (like you'd see on a regular bed).
Do you use both the vinyl protector and the mattress cover? One? Neither? I put them all on yesterday, and the sheet is a little tight. That's fine with me unless I'm turning the crib into a death trap.
Advice, please. The crib safety stuff I find on Google is mainly about bumpers, drop sides, and loose mattresses.
Re: Mothers--help (crib-related)
How did your weekend go, lady?
What she said.
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
Thanks. I will inspect the crib again tonight and maybe remove a layer. I am excited for the room to be finished. We're still waiting on the arrival of the rug and glider.
The shower was really fun! My parents did not go. I think their absence was a result of both my hints and my dad's aversion to driving into Brooklyn on a Saturday night.
We stayed at a hotel near Penn Station so we could easily get to and from the train. Unbeknownst to us, the band Furthur (led by 2 former Grateful Dead members) was playing at Madison Square Garden Saturday night, so the hotel was basically us and a couple hundred Grateful Dead fans. Lots of tie dye.
Also, the bathroom in our hotel room was weird. The shower had a curtain on one side, and on the other side were sliding glass doors that opened directly into the bedroom (literally about 18 inches away from the bed). It felt porny and created no sound barrier for toilet activities. I was glad we only stayed one night.
I HATE doing toilet activities in a hotel, particularly if sharing a room with someone other than my husband. It's always so loud, even when there's more than a shower door between the bath and the room. I always turn on the fan, if I can get over my performance anxiety.
"Toilet activities" makes me giggle. It reminds me of something that happened this weekend. I'm sure this is one of those "I made my husband eat a hamburger outside!" stories that only I think is funny, but I'm telling it anyway.
Mr. Spiderman was dancing outside the bathroom while I was getting ready and said, "You're slow! I need to pee!" I told him to come in and do it since he's peed with me in the room before. He said he didn't have to go badly enough for that. I told him I wouldn't look and I'd sing him a song. So I start singing, "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner!" and he pees. Then we argue over the effectiveness of the song. I declare it made him pee and he says he was already peeing before I started to sing.
Cut to the next day -- we're hanging out in the man cave and he starts singing the song. I remind him, "That's the song that made you pee," and he said, "It did not make me pee!.......Although, I kind of have to go now." We are so mature, it's amazing sometimes.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
We have yet to have one honestly, and he sleeps 12 hours at night.