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.