LETTIN' THESE BILLS FALL...

The dust is settling and Sealy Street is starting to feel like home. And although it's safe to say that quality parenting cannot be judged on Pottery Barn sheet selection...well, wait, in my world it actually can be.

Exhibit A:



Yeah. BOOSH. Shark sheets. Slowly but surely climbing out of the Pixar canyon called "Cars: The Movie" where Lightening McQueen has invaded our lives and adorns everything and fills every space with his friends.

Every new house brings its transitions and challenges, I suppose. Just different than the normal routine.

So, Sealy has no bathtub. Which sounds like a bad thing except that in place of a bathtub, we have an INSANE walk in shower the size of the entire bathroom that has glass walls and a rain shower head that is installed in the ceiling and you pretty much feel like you're in a Lil' Wayne video every time you walk in it.

Note:

Getting ready to go out on a Friday night? Awesome.

Getting ready for work with a three year old standing there yelling at you? Sometimes awkward.

OK, so the no bathtub thing sounded like a problem, a thing that leads to Google searches and Home Depot inquiries that start with "I have a toddler and NO BATH TUB..."

We considered rubbermaid tubs. We considered starting to let him shower (because THAT wouldn't end in disaster). We considered hosing him off in the backyard.

But then we discovered the joy of the farmhouse kitchen sink - more than large enough for IV at this point in the game and also large enough for beginning lap swimming lessons.



Safe to say we've got this one handled.

Without Lil Wayne.