BABY CRIB with mattress, and matching change table. Natural wood. Great condition!
Sigh.
My cousin has the breast pump and the basinette and the snuggli. The friend in Toronto has the pregnancy and baby books. The neighbour has the exersaucer and the high chair. The coworker has the tandem stroller.
Somehow the indefinite loans were easier than an actual sale.
One by one, the trappings of babyhood are leaving, being replaced with skates and library cards that they wrote their own names on and small lego. Crafts are shifting from random and beautiful splotches of colour to things even I can identify. Disagreements are now done with words. Songs are more and more like the models sung by the adults -- Rocket won't even let me into her music class anymore. I rarely have to mop the floor after supper. Crackers takes books to bed with him. Rocket wants to walk to school. Crackers remembers the plot of the chapter book each night. Rocket learns all about ice in science at play-school.
As each phase ends, another, equally precious, begins.
I'm privileged to be a part of their lives, and to have a home filled to the brim with love and laughter.
Anyone want to borrow a crib with mattress and matching change table?
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Between stimulus and response there is a space.
In that space is our power to choose our response.
In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
- Viktor E. Frankl
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