Step Stool Refab...kinda

I had a brilliant idea...or so I thought. Isaac has been taking his plastic bin off his shelves to use as a stepstool to turn his light on when he wakes up early. You see my son is not allowed out of his room until 8 a.m. and then 5 p.m. after naptime. Yes, we taught him how to tell time specifically so we can sleep in later.

A light bulb went off in my head...I WILL MAKE HIM A STEPSTOOL!

So I asked dear hubs if he would cut me a piece of wood. So the conversation goes something like this: (the following conversation is based on real life events)

Me: "Darling, man of my dreams, will you cut me a piece of wood?"
Dear Hubs: "For what, sweet red-headed wife?"
Me: "Because I want to make our son a stepstool, darlin'."
Dear Hubs: "Why do you want to do that, sweetie-pie, project-girl-I-love?"
Me: "Because I am sick of him stepping on the plastic bins sweet cheeks, they are getting bent".
Dear Hubs: "Again, why do you want to make one cupcake, they are only like $2 at Wal=mart right?"
Me: "Well I want one that is sturdy and has wood legs."
Dear Hubs: "Again, why do you want to make one cupcake, they are only like $10 at Wal-mart right?"
Me: "Well I have all the stuff to make it sugar pie."
Dear Hubs: "Again, why do you want to make one cupcake, they are only like $10 at Wal-mart right?"
Me: "Dang it Tim will do just cut the frickin' piece of wood for me?"

and he did...thank you lover of my life!
(He'll never get his project girl)

So he cut the wood 12 x 16 and then and I cut foam to size.

I didn't have any batting so I used this awful fleece I had in my stash...and you thought the sneak peek was me actually decorating with that didn't you?

Then I stapled the fabric (YES IT IS FROM THE DIAPER STACKER, waste not want not) down all around.

I had some leftover legs from a piece of furniture I discarded. DON'T WORRY PEOPLE I MADE GOOD USE OF IT. Believe it or not, I do actually have a trash can and throw things away. I took the legs off to use for this project, kept the handles, and burned the wood in our fire pit and made smores. :-)

And the stool came out looking like this...


Stinkin adorable...how amazing am I? Yah...not so much.

So I put the stool in his room and remove the plastic bin and put it in its rightful place. So Isaac tests it out and turns on the light.


Success! I win Mother-of-the-Year award and everything is right in his world...until he falls off and scratches his back on the storage cube next to it. So I urge him to try again...he falls again. See...little 3 year old boys are not really good with stepping on a stool in the right place. He will try and step on a corner or jump up on it. Both strategies fail miserably. After the 3rd time he fell (yes, it took him 3 times of falling for me to finally give up the stepstool dream) I conceded it wasn't going to work.

Here's the result...

not what I had in mind...

Dear Hubs: "Again, why do you want to make one cupcake?"

Sha-up~~~!