Jeff and I shifted a large dresser from the baby's room to our room yesterday. The baby would not allow us to change him on its dresser-top changing pad anymore. He won't lay still.

There is a full-fledged changing table in his room crammed into a corner, smack against a queen-sized bed. Did I mention that the baby sleeps in what used to be a fully-furnished guest bedroom?

When he arrived, we just squeezed his crib and rocking chair into the guest room. Then, when Tim graduated to a five-drawer dresser, we moved the three-drawer, changer-top dresser into the baby's room, in the corner, and only Jeff was tall enough to make use of it, fitting between the foot of the bed and the dresser. For a while, I was able to squeeze in between too, but I'm not tall enough to do so comfortably and not now, certainly, even though I'm not starting to show or anything.

So, the baby is a little out of sorts with the furniture change especially after waking from a nap. The thing about the piece that we moved out was that it had a large mirror and he enjoyed looking at himself in it, especially after a bath.