The End of an Era
14 years ago this month: I was 22, newly married, and hugely pregnant. (Do the math if you must, sheesh. Prudes.) We were living in my ex's grandmother's house (she wasn't there, she'd lost her mind and gone to nursing care). It was a small little ranch style house, no basement. The master bedroom was still hers, and the door was locked. I suppose I could have opened it if I wanted to, but I am not nosy enough to invade someone's privacy THAT bad. That left us with the 2 smaller bedrooms. Anyway, the point of this story being... I was hugely pregnant. My life revolved around readying the nursery, and praying for labor. I was due February 7th, so by this point, I was MORE than ready.
We had our crib set up, the room painted, everything ready for a new era: Parenthood.
Last night: My littlest boy slept in his big boy bed for the first time. No more crib.
Fourteen years of babies. This is the first time I haven't had a crib in the house* since 1993! That is pretty much my entire adult life.** Truly the end of an era as there will be NO MORE babies if I can help it!
Look at my precious boy (who woke up at 6:30am, got out of bed, walked to the gate in his doorway and announced his presence. This isn't going to be all it is cracked up to be, I fear.)
Taken on auto with popup flash as my real flash was at the studio, and I wasn't about to turn on a light and wake him up! :P
*Ok, Ok, it is still in the house. Give me some creative license here.
**Yes, I realize adulthood officially begins at 18. I'm a slow learner.
We had our crib set up, the room painted, everything ready for a new era: Parenthood.
Last night: My littlest boy slept in his big boy bed for the first time. No more crib.
Fourteen years of babies. This is the first time I haven't had a crib in the house* since 1993! That is pretty much my entire adult life.** Truly the end of an era as there will be NO MORE babies if I can help it!
Look at my precious boy (who woke up at 6:30am, got out of bed, walked to the gate in his doorway and announced his presence. This isn't going to be all it is cracked up to be, I fear.)
Taken on auto with popup flash as my real flash was at the studio, and I wasn't about to turn on a light and wake him up! :P
*Ok, Ok, it is still in the house. Give me some creative license here.
**Yes, I realize adulthood officially begins at 18. I'm a slow learner.
posted by Angie at 7:34 AM
3 Comments:
awwwwwww - I have some babies I can send you... he's too cute!
Did you ever stop and think about how many years you've always had diapers in the house and that you've changed??
Yes. 14 years :P And I've never had them all out.
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