The Baby

This morning, Sarah escaped from her crib. She woke up, tossed her blankie out of her crib, and threw her body over the crib bars. Then she opened her bedroom door and toddled downstairs to start her day.

Needless to say, Dan took the crib down this morning. It occurred to me that this has been the first night in five years (less 2 weeks) that we have not had at least one crib up in our home. And I feel sad. Not that I want another baby. Not that I don't want my babies to grow up. I just want the growing of my babies to slow down.