This crib - the one I can remember Daddy working on in the garage at our house in Greenville - cutting, sanding, and painting himself. The crib that was so clean and ready- carefully prepared, adorned in gender-neutral Noah's ark bedding, head-positioner precisely in place (like THAT thing was actually going to get used!), waiting for that first baby on the way . . . then baby Eve sleeping soundly, easily in it . . . then months and months later getting disinfected because she decided to smear poop all over it.
Then getting moved back to Augusta and decorated to the hilt for a GIRL on the way - pink and flowers all around. Then baby Eden in the middle of it buckled snugly in her car seat because that was the only way she would stop SCREAMING!
Then waiting on baby three - leaving the pink just in case but YAY! A BOY! - getting to decorate in blue and cars and trucks. And then all those times since . . . Eden climbing in there to be with her baby brother and Eve dragging, I mean helping, him out in the morning. And most recently, Eli running in there to "climb" in by himself.
My goodness, so many naps, so many 'Nite-nite - I love you's.' So many times Mommy sneaking in there to check on her babies late at night . . .
Well, at least that part will stay the same . . . just new memories in a new bed - it already has a good start I suppose. Mommy's Uncle Chris hand-crafted it for Mommy's cousins when they were little boys almost 20 years ago and now it's passed down to the next generation. (Daddy still has to put the top bunk up - tomorrow's to-do list.)
And as some friends pointed out, there is another way to get that crib back in use . . . I think I'll hang onto it . . . just in case. :)
:( Sad days! Your baby is growing up! Love the pics!
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