DIY rain gutter bookshelves
After three years of having a blah faux-wood bookcase in our son’s room, I
decided it was the worst possible way to store children’s books.
Unless I carefully tidied and arranged the books, the bookcase looked terrible. It was a dumping grounds for sloppy, falling-down stacks — shoved there by both kids during clean-up time — that made it impossible to see what we had.
I saw a photo on Pinterest — those are probably the six words I use most often — of a rain gutter shelving system, and decided it was the perfect way to store and display our kiddie books.
Here’s how we made our own …
● We went to our neighbourhood home supply store and bought two white
vinyl rain gutters (K-style, four inch deep, 10 feet long) and a package of
plastic anchors (yellow devils) and screws.
● We decided to cut each gutter into three equal-ish pieces (I’m not much of a measurer) so we would have six bookshelves in total. We used a hacksaw
to make the cuts, and smoothed the edges with a bit of sandpaper.
● We trekked everything up to our son’s room, and I held each gutter against the wall to see if we liked the placement. We used a level to make sure it was straight-ish, and then my husband drilled through into the wall — to make sure the vinyl wouldn’t crack. He tapped the plastic anchors into the holes, and then screwed the gutter to the wall.
● We didn’t measure the distance between each shelf (not my style) because I wanted some shelves to have room for our large, hardcover books, and
other shelves to be sized for smaller paperbacks. We made sure our three-
year-old could reach the bottom few shelves, and that a few shelves would
be out-of-reach (for special books).
● Once the shelves were in place, I giddily loaded them up with our son’s
book collection. Because the gutters are vinyl, there’s a bit of give to them —
but they’re strong enough to hold a LOT of books. Having six shelves allows
us to separate our collections (Little Critter, Berenstain Bears, Robert
Munsch) and make his walls feel like a little library.
Because these gutters are a nice, shiny white vinyl, they don’t need to be painted at all. They even have a little ridged detailing on the front, that looks — from a distance — like crown moulding.
We liked these gutter bookshelves so much in our son’s room that we built
another set in our daughter’s room — and happily sold the old bookcase on Kijiji for $10.
They make it MUCH easier for the kids to clean up their own books — and, most importantly, no matter how they toss them on the shelves, they always look good!
So that’s our rain gutter bookshelf adventure! Now want to see the rest of D’s “new-ish” room?
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| Big development: moving his dresser into the closet to make room for a new (hand-me-down) desk! |
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| He is thrilled to have his very own desk (“Just wike Mama”) but we still need to buy a chair for the poor kid. We were also able to bring back his blue lamp (Walmart) since he seems more responsible now (i.e. please don’t light the house on fire with it) |
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| I bought him this cute Debbie Travis basket for $7 (!) at Canadian Tire. It holds his “quiet time” activities to do when C is napping (and Mommy’s working), like his Melissa & Doug sticker books, Magnadoodle, and a giant farm puzzle Auntie Lesley gave him for Christmas). |
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| There’s his dresser! It’s perfect in there. We removed the second closet rod, because he barely has any “hang-up” clothes at this point, and it just wasn’t being used. I also bought these two red canvas baskets (insanely good price of $3.99 at Canadian Tire) to store his socks and undies. The grey plastic bins on the top shelf hold his summer clothes (or what I suppose *may* fit him this summer) and his “keepsake” clothes (because I’m a mushpot). |
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| His two beds are the same, and his bedding is the same, but everything looks nicer against the fresh board-and-batten and navy walls. Artwork to come! |
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| Bare, bare walls. For now! |
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| My mom bought D this airplane shelf secondhand, and we love it. It looks way better against the darker wall colour. |
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| D’s new room! (Minus any art) |
So have I convinced you to toss out all of your crappy bookshelves and buy some plastic rain gutters?
xo
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Rain gutter bookshelves for just $12
Remember when I talked about how D’s room needed a refresh? Not a total re-do, because we were keeping the beds, the bedding, the curtains, some of the art, etc. But basically a “fix” because I totally hated the original light grey paint colour. Light paint colours just aren’t me. I need some DRAMA on those walls, you know?
Well, over the past two-ish weeks, we’ve been working hard in D’s room, and I’m happy to say it’s done — except for the wall art. (That’s a work in progress)
But Darling Husband installed some super-awesome board-and-batten (thanks as always to Young House Love for the inspiration). I primed it (using leftover pale grey primer) and painted it white (two coats of off-the-shelf white in eggshell). And then we painted the top half of his room navy (Benjamin Moore’s Straffordshire Blue). I was overjoyed to see a nice, deep colour replacing that sickly old pale grey!
But the change we’re probably the most pleased with — well, at least from D’s perspective — is our awesome plastic rain gutter bookshelves!
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I’d pinned lots of inspiration, and Darling Husband was planning to use wood to build some slot-type shelves — like those IKEA spice racks everyone uses in places where they have IKEA (a.k.a. Not Nova Scotia). But I really wanted to take a peek at the rain gutters at Kent (Canadian Home Depot?) before we bought the wood, just in case.
When I saw that we could get a hugggge length of white plastic gutter for $5 — enough for three shelves! — I was sold. I wouldn’t need to paint it! It would be glossy and white. It would only cost about $12 for six shelves. AND it wouldn’t eat up all of Darling Husband’s limited free time to build something.
He was very sceptical, but he agreed to it (of course he did), and used his knock-off Dremel to saw each gutter into three pieces. Don’t ask me for measurements, because I don’t fly that way. Then he pre-drilled holes in the end of each one, drilled matching (?) holes in the wall, put in a yellow devil (for added support), and screwed the gutter pieces into the wall.
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| Of course we had to do six, for our boy born on 6/6/10. |
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| I’m in love! |
The shelves hold a TON of books, and yes they wiggle outward a little bit if you yank on them, but they’re very secure. They’re a nice, shiny, clean white — NO PAINTING HOLLA! — and they look especially awesome against his dark blue walls.
A huge improvement from his cheap old faux-wood bookshelf (uh, no offence to the person buying it from us today!) that was always a mess because he would just shove his books into random piles. And we could never find anything, which sucked when I was looking for a particular Berenstein Bear book!
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| Smell ya later, crappy shelves! |
So that’s our rain gutter bookshelf adventure! Now want to see the rest of D’s “new-ish” room?
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| Big development: moving his dresser into the closet to make room for a new (hand-me-down) desk! |
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| He is thrilled to have his very own desk (“Just wike Mama”) but we still need to buy a chair for the poor kid. We were also able to bring back his blue lamp (Walmart) since he seems more responsible now (i.e. please don’t light the house on fire with it) |
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| I bought him this cute Debbie Travis basket for $7 (!) at Canadian Tire. It holds his “quiet time” activities to do when C is napping (and Mommy’s working), like his Melissa & Doug sticker books, Magnadoodle, and a giant farm puzzle Auntie Lesley gave him for Christmas). |
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| There’s his dresser! It’s perfect in there. We removed the second closet rod, because he barely has any “hang-up” clothes at this point, and it just wasn’t being used. I also bought these two red canvas baskets (insanely good price of $3.99 at Canadian Tire) to store his socks and undies. The grey plastic bins on the top shelf hold his summer clothes (or what I suppose *may* fit him this summer) and his “keepsake” clothes (because I’m a mushpot). |
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| His two beds are the same, and his bedding is the same, but everything looks nicer against the fresh board-and-batten and navy walls. Artwork to come! |
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| Bare, bare walls. For now! |
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| My mom bought D this airplane shelf secondhand, and we love it. It looks way better against the darker wall colour. |
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| D’s new room! (Minus any art) |
So have I convinced you to toss out all of your crappy bookshelves and buy some plastic rain gutters? If you need any more motivation, here’s the set we did in Miss C’s bedroom. #lovethem
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xo
When your baby jumps out of their crib (but is really too young for a toddler bed)
Sometimes when you’re on the second child, you’re able to feel like you really know something. You take what happened with your first child (test baby) and are able to apply it to the second child in a way that makes everything better/easier/more awesome.
For example, I’m now a total friggin’ WIZARD when it comes to preparing/plating meals in a way that allows their food time to cool down, be chopped into a thousand pieces, etc. while not allowing our adult portions to scorch/dry/out/generally taste worse. I think I starved a lot when D was a baby, really — and ate a lot of cold food — and now I’ve got my priorities straight and know how we can ALL sit down to dinner at the exact same moment with temperature-appropriate food. It’s an art.
But then there are times when you make EXACTLY the same mistakes with the second child, and have obviously learned nothing.
You may remember that D was an extremely climb-y baby who got into trouble making lots of destructive messes. By the time he was 18 months old, he was going so many acrobatics in/out of his crib that we had to take it down. It wasn’t safe to have him falling/jumping from such a high place (the top of the crib). So we took it down and set up a single bed (since soon-to-be-born C needed the crib).
It was kind of a disaster.
He liked it for a second. And then he didn’t. He slept underneath it, like a cave. He slept in his bookshelf. He slept behind the bedroom door. He slept in the closet. He tried to sleep in his drawer. He got wedged behind the bedframe. We had to take the frame down temporarily because he was jamming so many stuffed animals (and himself) under there at night that we worried about him.
Not to mention the destruction! He removed the hardware from his closet doors. He ripped everything off the hangers so many times that we installed a lock. He yanked every item of clothing from his dresser drawers. He took every book off the shelves (and ripped the pages out of some). He attacked stuffed animals. He overturned furniture (which, uh, is now bolted to the walls).
Eventually — like month and months later — D calmed down and began sleeping in his bed like a normal child. It was great. It still is! He goes to sleep with no issues, and loves his bed. It just, uh, took a while to get to this point.
Now let’s talk about C …
Little C just turned 20 months, and literally the night before — which was Christmas Eve — she flipped herself out of the playard in the guest room at my mom’s house. We didn’t even realize until my mom swore she heard footsteps running around upstairs, and went up to check … and there was C, at the top of the stairs, looking surprised.
She made a lot of escapes that night (on Christmas EVE, of all times!) and it was stressful, to say the least. Mostly because she was sharing a room with D over Christmas, and kept running over to his side of the room to wake him up. Also because if we closed the door, D would freak out, but if we left it open, we had to worry about C falling down the stairs. (We opted to close it, and D had to deal with it)
We came home a few days later, and weren’t sure what would happen once C was back in her crib. She was fine for a couple of days, and we hoped she would leave it alone. No more monkeys climbing out of beds!
But then one day at naptime — while I was working in my office in the basement — something sinister happened. D had come downstairs about 30 minutes before naptime is officially “over” and I had finished my work earlier, so we were baking. I heard C start to cry upstairs, but it was a sleepy half-asleep cry so I left her alone.
I came upstairs to get C up a little later, and as I was walking up the stairs, her voice sounded MUCH closer to the door than usual. Like *right there.* D had come upstairs with me, and I said “I think Sissy might have gotten out of her crib. Doesn’t it sound like she’s right at the door?” and he solemnly said “Yes, I fink so.”
Sure enough, she had hopped the crib and trashed her room. She’d even gone so far as to smear her entire container of greasy prescription steroid cream all over the carpet and her own hair. Oh, C.
We cleaned it all up, and later that evening, her crib had been converted in into this lovely toddler bed …
Of course, she doesn’t sleep in it. OF COURSE SHE DOESN’T!
The very first night, we were hopeful she would. I went in to check on her 30 minutes after I’d put her down, and she was lying on the floor by the door with dried blood on her face! She’d crawled under the crib, and some bolts had scratched her (we assume). So we electrical-taped those suckers up, and tried again.
She did actually sleep in the bed that very first night — maybe out of exhaustion? maybe it was a test run? — but she hasn’t sleep it in since then, as far as we know. She seems to be sleeping directly next to the door, judging from when I try to check on her and the door doesn’t budge.
We know we’re probably in for a long road of floor-sleeping and maybe closet-sleeping — just like with D — but at least now we’ve been there, done that. I know she’s probably seeking cozy spots because her new bed doesn’t feel cozy — at least that’s what I assumed D was doing — so it will just be a matter of time before she feels comfortable there.
Even though we’re 0 for 0 in the big-kid bed department, I suppose we have learned a lesson or two when it comes to toddler-proofing a room.
All of the baskets of hair clips, socks, tights, etc. — the Easily Scatterables — have been stuck on a high shelf in her closet. The changing table has been removed (too climby!) and the other furniture has already been bolted to the walls. Her glider and ottman have been removed (there have been close calls of them squooshing their fingers in the rocking hardware).
She can still rip clothes out of her drawers and her hamper (and she does), but it’s not so bad. She helps me clean it up, at least.
We’ve taken flack from people for taking down the cribs too early — 18 months for D, 20 months for C — but honestly, I don’t regret it. Sure, I *wish* they had let us leave them up longer. I wish they were still contained, trust me!
But when it’s a choice between your child repeatedly smashing down onto the floor from a crib rail, or giving them a bed they need to get used to, I’ll take the bed.
Parents of monkey-children, unite!
xoxo
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Potty-training the littlest
I didn’t plan on it, and it honestly caught me off guard. Isn’t the way it goes, with parenting, so much of the time?
Little C — who turned 20 months old on Christmas Day — decided it was time to be potty-trained.
She’d sat on the potty a few times before, just randomly when she pointed to it, but we’d never really made a big deal about it. Once, she was caught mid-poop in the tub (with her shrieking older brother), and so I whisked her onto the toilet to complete the job. But that didn’t really count.
Just a couple of days into the new year, she announced from her high chair that she had to use the facilities (“Poop! Poop!”) and squirmed in her seat like she was trying to escape. I asked off-handedly if she wanted to use the potty, and she said yes, so I took her.
And then she did.
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| Little C — without pants — minutes after her first real potty-poo |
I was impressed, but I still didn’t think it was really going to be a thing. She just turned 20 months! Come on!
But two days later, she was doing so well with her occasional “pants-free” sessions that I broke down and put her in a pair of D’s old Mickey Mouse undies (remember them?). Paired with some BabyLegs and a tee, it was pretty much the cutest thing you’d ever seen.
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So I went out on Monday morning and bought C the teeniest, tiniest little girl underwear you could imagine. I bought two packages, actually, because I remember we didn’t have very many pairs for D when he was potty-training.
She loves her undies, and has been doing really well in them. She just wears them around the house — occasionally going fully-nude — and we still put diapers on for naptime, bedtime, and whenever we leave the house. I mean, D was 28 months before he left the house in underwear!
The funny thing is that most kids have trouble pooing in the potty — because they can hold it in if they get nervous or just don’t feel like going — but C seems to be the opposite. I think it’s because pee can creep up on you suddenly. Tricky pee!
So she’s had some pee accidents, but she is still absolutely rocking it. Yesterday morning, she had a small pee accident right in front of the toilet — which felt promising, because she was really close — but then promptly had two perfect pees in the potty within the next hour. Go, girl!
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| “Mommy, you’ll delete this blog when I’m older, right?” |
Her diapers are practically dry during the times she does wear them. She’s really getting the hang of peeing on the potty. It’s all good. But …
Well, the trouble has been that C is *so* eager — or possibly just very eager to get it right — that she wants to go to the potty every six seconds. She’ll cry “Poooooo!” and rush to the bathroom, we’ll put her on the potty seat (that attaches to the regular toilet seat), she’ll remain seated for exactly one second, and then if nothing happens, she’s gone. She runs off to play for about, oh, six seconds, and then she wants to go on again.
She sounds so serious that I buy it. Every. Single. Time. Surely, she can’t be making it up this time! She sounds so genuine! But no, she is. Almost always. I know it’s because she’s getting used to the feelings, or really thinking she has to go (sometimes it’s just, ah, noises). But it also means I’m running her to the bathroom every six seconds — and eating my lunch standing up, at the counter. I just wish she’d give it a minute. Pee can be shy!
(She does have a small stand-alone potty, which is usually in the living room, but she prefers to use the real toilet. Which is good, in theory. Just more work for Mama!)
We didn’t really have this kind of high-maintenance training with D, so it feels a bit overwhelming. I keep second-guessing myself. Is she too young? Should we stop this entirely? Although, really, she started this whole thing, so I don’t think we have a choice. The little lady has spoken!
As I wrote about before, we did a very slow, laid-back approach and it worked like a dream. It fit D’s style — no dramatic changes to weird him out — but it wouldn’t fit C’s style. He’s the fastidious old man who likes things exactly the same way all the time, and she’s the feisty chick who’s always up for naked bowling or balancing punch bowls on her head while running in place — anything insane and loud and fast-paced. Two very different styles for two very different kids.
C, we’re so proud of you. You are such a determined, independent little spirit and we can only shake our head in amazement.
xoxo
Strengthening passwords, setting up automatic transfers, and other techie resolutions
In the spirit of new-year-ishness, I made a couple of housekeeping decisions this week to keep things running smoothly in 2014. (I almost said “tickety-boo,” but then I realized I’m not eighty … yet)
Since we’re very digital people — you don’t even want to KNOW how many gadgets we own, seriously — we do all of our banking online. A lot of our bills are automatic taken out of our accounts or our credit card, but a few still have to be paid online manually.
Our system has always been that everytime someone opens a bill (whether it’s emailed or dropped into our mailbox), that person immediately goes to our shared Google calendar called “Bills” and enters the amount. We put it in for a few days before it’s actually due, to account for delays.
Then every day, we glance at the calendar — if something needs to be manually paid, the person who pays it marks “PAID” in the entry. So “Pay Telus bill ($100)” gets edited to read “PAID — Telus bill ($100).” This, uh, was the result of BOTH OF US paying the same bill on the same day. More than once. Ahem.
Sounds like a pretty good system, right? Well, no. It wasn’t perfect. Sometimes we’d look at the bill but forget to enter it into the calendar. Sometimes we’d forget to pay it completely, because neither of us looked at the system. And we have a few payments (like Netflix and Freshbooks — the accounting software I use for my business) coming automatically off our credit card, and then I’d never remember to go in and pay them off.
So! Onward and upward. Here are the few things I’ve recently tweaked as we roll into 2014 …
- I set up more automatic transfers. If the credit card is getting dinged $25 on the 11th of every month, then I set up an automatic payment of $25 to the credit card on the 11th of every month. It’s things like this that will hopefully keep me from, uh, forgetting to pay it?
- I added an additional automatic savings transfer. All of our “long-term” savings (RRSPs, RESPs, etc.) are already automatically coming out of our accounts at various points each month, but I always had a note in my calendar to transfer money to my “Gift” account a few times a month. I started off strong, and then I’d get into the old “Oh, well, I just bought so-and-so a gift and used my debit card, so I just won’t bother transferring money to that account and then it’s even.” Well, that wasn’t a good idea, because then I stopped transferring it entirely. So I just set up an automatic $50/week payment to go into my special (and barely used) “Gifts” account. Then the *idea* is that whenever I need to buy a birthday gift for someone, I’ll buy it using my debit card/credit card and then go home and transfer that exact amount from the gift account. It also means that when Christmas shopping time rolls around (for me, that’s August/September), I’ll have a pile of money to roll around in and use. And $50/week equals $2,600 a year, which is surely (probably? definitely?) more than we’d spend on gifts in a year, but I’ve never been good about keeping track of that, so we’ll see.
- I re-colour-coded the “Bills” calendar. All of our entries for bills used to be in red, so we’d NOTICE THEM and stuff. But I went back through and changed all of the automatic payments/transfers to blue. We can still see that they’re happening, but we can also tell that blue = don’t have to do anything. Red still means HEY, YOU, DO SOMETHING!
- I beefed up our passwords. I’m pretty good about passwords in the sense that I never use the same password for any two things — unlike my dear sister, who probably uses one password for every possible thing ever. I like using a password schema, so part of it is the same and part of it reflects the thing you’re trying to access. But I’d been using my old system for a couple of years now, so I changed it completely and went through the TEDIOUS process of changing it in every account. Now I’m (hopefully?) less of a target for having my identity/money/emails stolen? If anyone were to care enough to do that?
How’s that for techie resolutions? Have I inspired any of you to “nerd up” and digitalize your lifey this year? Or am I just WAY too obsessed with Google calendars? (I really, really am)
xo
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