Graduation in March

Graduation happened in March in our house this year. Not necessarily for Changa, who graduated last Sunday. This was more a graduation for myself and Mr. H. You see my friends and family, we no longer have a person who needs a crib. We've had a crib since mid-2002. I lovingly bought this overpriced Italian crib as it got raves on Baby Bargains, and used from a one-kid family, it was a reasonable price, and in pristine condition. However, Changa, being the monkey she is (Changa=monkey), has been climbing out with such consistency, demonstrated one last time here



I decided to dismantle the crib since she eagerly took to her big girl bed with it's new beautiful quilt. Best to get the crib out before she could change her mind. Both kids ideally needed to "agree" to the change so as not to flip out, so I enlisted both their help when we were all raring to go one weekday at 7am. "I help you use tools, Mama" insisted Changa. First, one last jump was in order





So the crib goes into the attic, waiting for whichever family member calls it into service next. It's the end of an era, putting away one's crib.



In fact, our babies are not babies anymore. Changa is now weaned as of early February and is out of her crib. And is going to be three this summer. Chispa will hit kindergarten next year.

So we have graduated. Do we get a ceremony with a horn section?