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.