I'm feeling a little nostalgic. We took apart Nicholas' crib tonight in anticipation of the delivery truck arriving with his new bed in the morning. That also means that I am washing and packing crib linens and the baby blankets that were stored in the drawers under the crib. And as I fold the quilt I made for "Peanut," I can't help but tear up a little bit.
Meanwhile my not-so-little boy is in a sleeping bag on his floor, with a Toy Story band-aid on his thumb, sound asleep now after 10 minutes of clapping in excited anticipation about the arrival of his "big boy bed."
How is it possible to feel so sad putting away his infant things when the months of his infancy were so hard and I wouldn't trade them for the preschool phases for money?
Aww - too sweet. We are physically unable to have more little ones (by choice) but Anny can't let go of the crib. It's in the basement here with us in MO! Crazy.
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