We've had a dilemma at Chez Scout over the past couple of months: Where in the hell are we going to put a baby?
Both of our spare bedrooms are upstairs, so the idea of putting a nursery up there isn't too appealing. But we have this odd space that was probably just a bad idea on the part of the previous owners - which works to our advantage because it's right off of our bedroom (and too weird of a space to use for anything else - up until recently we used it for our computer area):
Now I'm a huge fan of anything do-it-yourself-ish, and I also love the concept of the show Wasted Spaces. The other day as I was wondering where we would have room to put all of the baby's clothing, considering there will be close to no floor space after the crib is here (and with the nursery not technically being built as a bedroom, there isn't a closet). My first thought? Bathroom towel racks! (Showcased at the front are two of my favorites: the little sweater was something that my mom bought, and the little blue teddy bear cuddly thing was something my step mom bought):
And I guess now is as good a time as any to reveal the baby's name. I hate calling him "the baby". So here you go (my mom joked that the name we chose rhymes with my favorite bad word!) Oh, and I was inspired by my father, the pilot of the family: