Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Miss Amelia Marguerite's Big Girl Room

 There was a time when Amelia would only sleep in her dear mother's arms.
How has it come to this?
That she has outgrown her crib?
And our nursery has to be disassembled.
The diaper-changing station of four and a half years is being dismantled.
The diaper genie is being tossed out.

 I took apart the crib and kept the hardware in a small Ziploc bag.
I was glad I did, even though we didn't intend to sell it. Because a nice man knocked on the door the evening before garbage day and asked if he could have the crib.
He has three kidlets and another on the way.
  Mama put this bed together.
Amelia tested it out.
 The bedrails looked as good as new and were only $25 from a consignment store.

 The Mother Cheetah Looking at her Baby Cheetah painting was painted especially for Amelia by her mother in the months before her birth.
So it had to stay.
 First storytime in the new bed.
Sweet Dreams, Baby Girl.


Anonymous said...

Oh, I feel strangely teary looking at that photo of Amelia sleeping sweetly in her bed. Bed, not crib. Oh my, I don't think I'm ready for her to grow up quite yet.

I, too, have grown accustomed to that nursery for the past 4.5 years. I honestly don't remember what was in that room before November 2008.

- Michelle

Mary said...

I agree with Michelle. I'm also teary looking at these photos. I remember holding Cole in that nursery in the middle of the night when he was just a wee baby. His eyes wide open looking up at me. I remember rocking Amelia as a baby while she was wailing away with her little blond eyebrows and contrasting red face... all wrapped up. And now look at those two.

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