After nine years
three children
thousands of days.
After being jumped on
peed on
pooped on
climbed on.
After being a huge part of our family
never letting us down
comforting my children.
We have said goodbye to the crib.
I have put this moment off for a long time because I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to our baby days.
I mean, this is so final.
Even more so than saying goodbye to the high chair
diapers
and the many, many outfits and toys.
Maybe we can have one more baby.
Just because I have crib separation issues.
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Yeah, no. Don't have that problem around here. I was ready to take a chainsaw to it. ;)
I remember dismantling the crib. It coincided with our moving across country. But we packed it up and moved it with us; even though the boy graduated to a big boy bed upon arrival. That crib moved with us at least two more times before I was finally able to let it go; with tears in my eyes; and the boy was in the double digits.
I shed a few tears the other day when we finally said goodbye to our crib after 7 years! Weirdly enough...we have the same crib! (or had)
SNAP OUT OF IT!!!
This is fast approaching for us too... Oh my heart...
I hear ya, my baby just turned 1 last Sunday (hold me!)
Happy WW~
I feel ya, girl. I can't part with the crib. Ours in ten years old and holds baby #3 still.
That is bittersweet but it probably feels good too in a way.
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