Crib Cave

It happened yesterday.
i began to bid adieu to my man-cave.

Existentially, I believe I am probably victim of the age old axiom of "use it or lose it". I've been touring, rather than recording, (and [sshh] we don't *actually* have internet at our house, because it's expensive, and therefore I must go to WHAT IS THIS?! WE *DO* HAVE INTERNET, BUT ONLY IF I SIT IN THE KITCHEN? thank you, generous neighbors, for luring me into hanging out exclusively in the kitchen.)

Therefore, recently, the cave has gone rather unused, and thus I feel that I have lost my privileges. As we moved things around last night in preparation for "just a crib", I began my rather disheartened eulogy.

"goodbye, man cave. I will see you in about 25 years or so... i am sorry i neglected you a little bit lately, and i will miss you, but i will see you when we are both old."

"it's just a crib.", Heather interjected, completely interrupting this sacred moment of passing. You aren't supposed to talk at a funeral unless you stand up in front of everyone.

Which I was.

Even Belle was watching. It was a moment.

"it's just a crib ...NOW." I said. "But this is just the first incursion. It's just a crib for the first year or so. And daipers. And clothes. But then he'll need a bed. and he'll have toys... He's going to need his own room before I know it. This is just the first step."

"but... this looks like a dorm room." she replied.

I think she was trying to be encouraging.

I think in her head, that sentence could also have been said "But... the aesthetic nature of this room is going to be much greater than it previously has been! it appears that a penniless beer-pong champion has been responsible for the decor, and now we have an opportunity to improve it!"

close.

in my mind, it was translated: "this awesome room that is totally functional (and awesome) and looks like it was decorated by an awesome guy that everyone would love to hang out with... is about to get BABIFIED."

i didn't cry. and i only argued a little bit about the virtues of a room that "looked like a dorm room".

All in all, i think I handled it with grace, more or less. (you'll have to ask Heather if that last sentence is actually true.)

Compromises were made. Some things stayed, other things had to go.

More accurately, Some things stayed BECAUSE others are making their way to Ebay.

At the end of the day, though. I know. It doesn't look that different now, but the trojan crib has been brought into the cave. The incursion has begun.

-Levi

p.s. if any of you happen to have lost track of your sense of humor today, let me clarify - it's totally worth it. i'm ready to meet this kid. it's just one of those things that happens, like changing diapers and not going to as many concerts. I love him already, and he's welcome into the cave and any future permutations thereof.