I had to lower baby’s crib tonight. He’s getting so big, and is starting to be able to pull himself to a standing position. I kept having nightmares of him pulling up, leaning over and plop!
I’ve got a feeling, the crib is going to be one of those items that will always be tied to my emotions. I cried in the store when we bought it, because the model crib was so dingy with horrible Ikea blankets tossed over it, even though it was safer than all the gussied up cribs I’d seen at department stores or baby-centered stores. And tonight, it is so poignant when I think of how quickly baby’s growing – these past 8 months have flown.
I imagine when we make it into the “bed” model, with the side taken down, I won’t be able to believe that it’s already time.
Before we get carried away, I’d like to state that at this very second, Maddox is snoozing next to me in his puppy dog pjs and is not really in any danger of going near a crib in any form. And when he does sleep in his crib, some of the sentiment will be displaced by the knowledge we’ll have to lean over pretty darn far now to heft our 20 lbs of adorable baby butt out now.
But still. How can something so wonderful just keep getting better and better?
I think that was one of the only times you were emotionally preggo.
“But it looks like a jail!” you sobbed. I was just trying to enjoying my delicious Ikea meatballs.
That’s what I get for going furniture shopping at the same place where they serve 99 cent meatballs – irresistible.