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    Empty nest syndrome

    There’s a bunch of baby stuff tucked away in random corners of our home. It’s not being used, and it needs to be passed on, but 1) my body is just so used to it’s presence I don’t even notice it, and 2) it kind of makes me sad to let it go. There are some things I was happy to part with: space taking bouncers, jumperoo’s and swings. But now we’re getting down to some good, sentimental stuff.

    The baby bath-tub. It was a second hand purchase (and boy has it paid for itself many times over), but it was one of my favorite times to have with S2. I even asked Kelly M to photograph a (totally staged) bath-time because it was so special to me.

    The crib mobile. Ok, I won’t lie, we’ve actually been through 3 of these suckers now, but it wasn’t until literally a month ago I finally took off the last one off S2’s crib. Neither of the boys were particularly in love with them, but it was what I used to gauge if they were awake or asleep from the baby video monitor in my bedroom. And at 2am in the morning, when I’d wake up in a panic wondering if my kid is still breathing, that baby monitor & mobile duo assured me all was well, when the boys would kick and it would rattle. (Although, I’m not ashamed to admit I’d walk over to the nursery anyway, and put my hand over their bellies just to make sure they were breathing).

    The cloth diapers. Man, do I wish I could say that S2 has reached potty training success. We haven’t even started. But we kinda quit on the cloth diapers. I’m sad to part with them though, because it’s finally admitting being a quitter. Plus somehow I can hold onto my green-parent righteousness by just having them in the house? Maybe? Ok, maybe not.

    The crib. Ok — that one is thankfully still around right now, but I know it’s days are numbered. We’ve caught S2 mounting a leg over it, so I know it’s only a matter of time, before it’s gotta go. I’m looking forward to snuggled in a big boy bed with him, but damn, this is just such a symbol of an era.

    I’ve purged clothes and toys without much fanfare, so I’m a bit surprised these guys are so hard to let go of. In a way it’s premature onset Empty Nest Syndrome. Sure S2 was screaming his head off in an infamous terrible two’s tantrum earlier tonight, but my babies are babies no more and I’m not ready to move on.

    … but not enough to consider increasing the party size… to be clear.

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