bye bye babies, babies bye bye …

Our two year old starting climbing out of his cot around Christmas time.  We realised a couple of weeks ago we couldn’t fight it any longer.  He was growing up, whether we liked it or not, and it was time.

Time to say goodbye to The Cot.

The Cot that has cocooned and served each of our little darlings during their babyhood.

jonty 60s in cot

It boasts distinct bite marks right along three of the edges where our first born used it for teething.  I remember being horrified at the time that The Cot was ‘ruined’ for future babies, as if they would care about glossy white paint.

Now I look at the chewed wood and remember three happy, healthy little babies.  The Cot is rich with family history and memories and I am going to miss it.

So we had a little farewell ceremony for The Cot.  Each of the boys brought along his favourite cuddly who had kept him company in The Cot during his time there.

boys in cot 60s style

So I am ready to say goodbye now.  It feels a bit like saying goodbye to my babies too as they all grow into boys.  But you know what that means?  BUNKS.  Oh yes, bunks.  That’s a WHOLE new story.  Stay tuned …

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2 thoughts on “bye bye babies, babies bye bye …

  1. Awww so bitter sweet. What a sweet picture of your kids with their stuffed animals. I have a 1 and 3 year old. I love seeing them grow and become independent but I can’t help but feel a little sad.

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