Saturday, June 26, 2010

Bye-Bye Cribs

Feeling sentimental yet again.... because the boys now have big boy beds, we sold the cribs.  We are also updating their room, so we are cleaning out and selling lots of their 'baby' stuff.  No, Jeremy is not sad.  He is happy (to see the cash).  Yes, I am sad.  I can't believe how big they are getting and how fast time flies.  It would also be nice to be able to use the crib again (not two but one of them...), but obviously fertility is a challenge for us.
What better place to morn, be sentimental, have a moment of silence pictures than on the blog.  Enjoy.

Bike Trailer - gone.
Awww, the rocker.  I used to rock Mason to sleep every night in that thing!  I also used to take so many of their pictures in that chair.  I still would go in there and rock one of them in that chair if they woke up in the middle of the night crying.  :-(
And then of course, the first cribs...
And then the second cribs when the first were recalled...

Learning how to climb out of the cribs.

Getting the toddler conversion kits for the cribs.

The stroller ~ gone
I used to take the boys on lots of walks, they would fall asleep before I ever made it to the park.
Lots of trips to the zoo in this stroller...


I'm moving forward, I know.  But, it is nice to take a moment and remember all the special memories these objects (the stroller, cribs, chair, etc.) remind me of.
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"How Preemie Moms Are Chosen" by Erma Bombeck

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity." Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles.
"Give her a preemie."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I am going to give her has a world of it's own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
God smiles. "This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness. "
The angel gasps, "Selfishness! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see cleary the things that I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"But what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.
God smiles.
"A mirror will suffice."

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