More fuel for the book addiction

J., O., and I are readers. Chronic readers, possibly even addicted readers. Evidence: who else but book addicts would think that their two-and-a-half year old needs a grown-up sized bookcase?

O. has outgrown his two-shelf bookcase. We have been using baskets and bins and stacks to keep track of the overflow, but they were always a mess. Recently, his baby bookshelf has developed a distinct slant to the right, reminiscent of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

A few weeks ago, J. and I hatched a plan to build O. a bookcase.We have had previous experience with this (Dad helped us build a similar bookcase nearly ten years ago). And, we decided that during my Finland trip would be an ideal time for J. to sand and stain the boards (because Dad and Mom would be visiting and could help with process).

J. and I finished the project last weekend, and it is installed, anchored to the wall, and bookified. Looks like we have room for a few more.
Not a bad result. We were a little hasty on the wood choice (CLEAR pine next time, says Dad), and the stain is uneven due to a last-minute gutcheck and change in the color. But it's sturdy and it's useful and it's done.

Bonus photo of O., helping his grandpa put together his bookshelf. Mom and Dad said that O. thought they were doors at first, and was heart-broken when Dad turned the bookshelf on its side to finish it. As you can see from the photo, he recovered.