Home Tour: The Rabbit Hole

In Atlanta, we lived with my sister, Baby K, and her new husband D for just shy of three weeks.  They are renting a house that has a basement apartment, and as soon as they began to consider it for themselves, they let us know that they’d be glad for us to stay in the basement if we so desired.  This was such a thoughtful thing for them to do for many reasons:

  1. They would be less-than-one-month newlyweds.
  2. Babies. Crying. Etc.
  3. Even MORE extra people around to help us (see #2).
  4. We moved in 1.5 weeks before my due date, and we planned to stay two weeks after the delivery before flying back to Nassau.  My history of delivering two weeks past my due date meant that our stay could be anywhere from 2 weeks if I delivered right away to 5.5 weeks if I went all the way to 42 weeks.  (We ended up leaving at 9 days postpartum to go to Nashville for 5 days, which was an unanticipated turn of events.)

Suffice it to say we were grateful for their willingness to have their lives altered quite a bit for a while.  I thought I’d give you a tour of our temporary home since I have posted home tours of our other homes. (Houston and Nassau.)

I started calling our home the “Rabbit Hole” as one of our primary entrances was this trap door in the porch.  “Where’s Daddy? Did he go down the rabbit hole?”

The porch was secured with a deadbolt, so we left the rabbit hole unlocked to be able to access the upstairs where Baby K and D (and the Keurig and Blendtec blender and all the great newlywed kitchen supplies) lived.  It was also too heavy for KLC to lift, so we weren’t worried about her escaping from one floor to the next, though she often wanted to.


From the trap door, you descend this steep staircase into the kitchen.  The kitchen also had a door to the fenced-in backyard and our parking spot.


Given the size of the apartment, the kitchen was well-equipped.  It had decent storage, a nice big gas range, and a 3/4 size fridge.  It worked fine for the peanut butter and jelly toast and cheerios that passed through it during our stay.  Any bigger meals were primarily cooked upstairs either because we were sharing them or I would forget that we didn’t have a roasting pan or spices when planning meals.  I bought $50 worth of IKEA kitchenware, and we inherited D’s college-era pots and pans.  It worked.


From the kitchen, you walk into the living area.  We kept a curtain over that doorway because it was draftier in the kitchen, and I thought it stayed warmer in the living area with the curtain.  True fact: there are no interior doors in the rabbit hole except for the bathroom door.  This made getting and keeping 1-2 babies asleep a challenge, but the curtains were helpful.  True fact #2: the ceilings are 7-8′ tall.  I think it fluctuated depending on the rooms.  In the bedroom, T (6’3″) could almost touch the ceiling with his hair if it was gelled up.  The low ceilings weren’t a problem for me, but I’m sure it made T feel a bit claustrophobic.

IMG_0018Here is the main living area.  You can see the bathroom, the closet, and the bedroom in this shot.


The yard for the house was one of my favorite parts.  It was fenced in, and KLC could explore out there for hours.  Seeing this picture reminds me how cold it was and how warm I am now (80+ degrees in Nassau, hooray!).

IMG_0013The closet was repurposed during our stay as KLC’s “special room.” We bought this baby gate, which was only a minor deterrent to her escapes, hung a light-blocking shade, laid a mattress and blankets on the floor, and put her stuffed animals and books in there.  It worked for the most part.

Last but not least, the bedroom is shown here.  We had Baby X in the pack n play and our stuff stored in a shelving unit to the right of this shot.



So, that’s it!  Our little rabbit hole where we lived when Baby X joined our family.  Everything that happened over the past couple of months already seems a bit unreal looking back.  We miss you, Baby K and D!  Come visit us soon!



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