There are few establishments that a new parent can confidently visit knowing that if their child starts crying, nobody will care. Ikea is one of those places. Visit an Ikea during the day, and you will be surrounded by adults with small children. There's a good chance that none of them actually needed a Billy bookcase, but instead just needed to get out of the house.
Bleary eyed from a 4:00AM wake-up, we decided it wasn't a bad idea to get out of the house ourselves. Ed wanted to get some auto-on LED pucks for Wyatt's closet and I wanted some mirrors to place low in the nursery so Wyatt can look at himself (evidently babies like to see baby faces, even if it's their own in the mirror). We headed to Ikea. As with every Ikea trip, we bought a surprising amount of items but more importantly, we had a stress free adult outing.
The best part was when Wyatt started an inevitable meltdown and demanded milk, we had plenty of places to sit and feed him. It went so well, it felt like it was by design. I think Ikea knows its weekday customer base: half in the sack zombies who, come to think of it, do need a Glådøm.
*Not pictured: Our brand new Glådøm.
1 comment:
Not to be too cheesy here 🤔 but somehow this picture seems to show that Eddy’s hair is getting thicker as Wyatt’s hair is falling out 🥰 Love, Gramma Bug
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