Change

We've reached another milestone in my babies' lives.  One of those ones which they won't even blink an eye to, but I needed to take very small baby steps to get there.

We took down the cribs.

Luke has the crib each of my other boys has slept in.  It means the world to me.  It was the one baby article I couldn't part with even though I knew we weren't going to have any more children when we moved four years ago.

You can stop laughing now.

I figured it was time to move the babies out of their cribs when they would wake up every morning complaining of sleeping in the fetal position every night.  Not because it was more comfortable, but because it was the only way to keep from banging their heads and feet on each ends.

Not really, but you get the idea.

I took the job slowly, knowing it was going to be emotional...for me, of course!  I took the mattresses out and put them on the floor side-by-side and they slept like that for a couple of nights.  My job got a whole lot easier as I walked into this every morning:

If you need a closer look because this one just make you say, "Awww!" out loud, try this:

Seriously, does it get any cuter than that?  Sheesh!

Moving them into big kid beds turned sweeter and sweeter as we added my dad's childhood bed for Luke and Steve's grandmother's bed for Kate which match like we had angels looking over us through this move.  Steve's mom had made two gorgeous quilts to finish the beds which even sweetened the job more.

So my babies are out of their cribs and now sleeping in twin-size beds.  How 'bout that?  The best thing is I'm handing them down to my friend who is have twins in a couple of months so they will be put to good use with another set of lucky babies.

My job of moving the babies out of their cribs turned from bitter to bittersweet to sweet.  I love being a mom!