First there is the cot and then the changing table.
The stroller too. And the high chair.
He's getting big so say this little guy!
Finally the last bottle, which we kept "just in case"
We're redecorating his room. We take the "baby" toys down to the basement.
Like clues to what's going on. Like proof that they were small. Yes, yes.
Yesterday I sold the last car seat.
No more babies, no more small children. More specialized equipment. No more adapter to anything.
It is now up to us, their parents, to adapt to the new them.
And it's not easy.
I really need a crutch to lean on. A booster seat to keep watching them from above.
