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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It is a magic crib that sends out sperm destroying vibes once dismantled. Very complicated stuff.
So, once you dismantle the crib you are no longer capable of procreating? It’s THAT simple? Do the vasectomy people know this?
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.