The Crib in the Pink Room

For eleven years now, we have had a crib in our "pink" bedroom. At various times and visits, it has held Morgan (now 10), Delaney (8), Jason (5) and Cameron (3). Cameron is going into a "big girl" bed this coming week at her home, and when she comes to our home at Thanksgiving, she will need to sleep in a bed, not a crib. So, the crib will be taken down and stored, since our niece now is blessed with an infant. We will have until Thanksgiving 2010 before the crib will be needed again.

Over the eleven years, parents have crept up the carpeted stairs to the crib in the pink room with their sleeping babies, put towels over the two windows to block the light so their baby can sleep through the afternoon, used a CD Player with no CD to produce soothing "white noise" so the baby can sleep through the night, placed baby monitors near the crib to listen to the noises of sleeping, changed countless diapers and swabbed and dabbed numerous "power pukes" as their parents affectionately referred to the event.

Babies rolled around in that crib, kicked and rocked, banged their heads, thrown things, pulled things; they have smiled, laughed, cried, made their first cooing noise, made unintelligible noises that the parents interpreted and then, as the babies aged, spoke loudly,"words" towards the monitor, for Mom or Dad to come get them.

The crib is still strong, despite four active children going after it. We'll take it down now and replace it with a big bed. But when baby Gabby comes to visit next year at Thanksgiving, the crib will go back up (someplace) for the next generation of babies in the house. What a joy !