I finished putting the crib together today (with another trip to the hardware store, of course), and then I turned to the ceiling fan.
The combination of having a concrete ceiling and wires coming out of the fixture hook-up in two separate directions is making securing the anchor plate considerably more complicated than we anticipated. We knew about the concrete ceiling: hence the hammer-drill and the safety goggles (and the impromptu face mask that I yoinksed from Husbinator: if I do the laundry, and I find an undershirt with almost as much "hole" as "shirt", I will absolutely claim it as my very own bandana/shmatte). Also because of the concrete ceiling, we bought some super-special anchors. I think they're called sleeve anchors. I could now tell a a long, boring story about bolt diameters and nut diameters and drill-bit sizes and frustration.
Instead, I will talk about BSM. He's named after both mine and Husbinator's grandfathers. My Grandpa owned a hardware store for years and years. My little BSM is a holy terror in hardware stores. He likes grabbing things in grocery stores, and he just haaas to play with things in toystores, but Heaven help us all when that boy gets into a hardware store. Hinges! Screws! Drill bits! Boxes of nails and sections of pipe! I now only go to the hardware store when BSM is in daycare.
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