My brother did the impossible today and transfered the crib from babyland down the hall into our room. I'm not sure how he did this, as the crib, assembled, is too large to fit through any door in our house, and I am not aware that he had the specialized crib disassembly/reassembly tool.
Nonetheless, there it sits, with a sleeping baby inside.
From my vantage point, this is the largest crib in history, at least the size of out California-king sized bed. It soundly dwarfs every bookcase, dresser and hamper in the place. World's Cutest takes up about one-ninth of it. In every other context - in my arms, the carrier, even the stroller - he seems freakishly large. Here in the crib, he's so tiny that you might overlook him, forget you put him in there. "Hey, honey, where'd you put the - oh, wait, I see him now. Never mind. He was there all along."