So we've been storing Jack's toys in an old diaper box. And as classy as that is, I figured it was time to upgrade to an actual toy box. The solution, I thought? Crate! Can't go wrong with crates. No one ever goes wrong with a crate. In fact, people evidently love crates so much, they're naming their kids Crayton. (How I wish that were made up...)
And nothing went wrong per se, I just (AS USUAL) significantly underestimated the time and effort involved. The real culprit was the crappy 1x3 furring strips I always buy because they're cheap. I realized as I was making it, that since little, white, doughy hands were going to be groping around in there, I better make sure they wouldn't get skewered by the massive-angry slivers so popular in this type of wood.
Here you can see those doughy hands:
(Aren't they just the cutest dough hands, unmarred by raging skewers of rogue wood?)
Anywho, an incredible amount of sanding ensued, which turned the project into a several day deal. Some measuring, cutting, staining, gluing, nailing, and polyurethane-ing happened. Et voila. Le crate. He seems to be pretty happy about it.
Until he realized, while tooching, that he can't quite reach the bottom of the box. My bad.
So on this one, my verdict is probably to just buy the $12 crate from Walmart, even though it doesn't look as schnazzy and isn't the right size you probably need. This one cost me about $5 in materials, but all sanding and little savings margin make Sam a dull girl.