Well, so much for procreating…

Just dismantled my last crib and replaced it with a bed.

Yet, in 1979 if you would have told me that by the time I hit my mid-40’s, I woulda spawned 3 mini-me’s… well, I woulda told ya you were on a sweet herb.

It’s a bit sad. That’s it. No more babies. No more cribs. No more.

Great in a big way, but very much a reminder of my own mortality in another.

But he had a big, big smile on face when he lay down in his “big boy’s bed” tonight. And that, my friends, makes parenthood, however finite, worth every moment.


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3 Comments to “Well, so much for procreating…”

  1. trashee says:

    It is a magic crib that sends out sperm destroying vibes once dismantled. Very complicated stuff.

  2. XUP says:

    So, once you dismantle the crib you are no longer capable of procreating? It’s THAT simple? Do the vasectomy people know this?

  3. Ken says:

    I’m with ya. Our youngest was extremely excited to get her loft bed. She loves climbing into it and hunkering right down. It was a fun bed to build, too.

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