My friend is having a baby, a girl, they’re almost certain. So she stands to inherit several items of baby paraphernalia from us.
The stroller - and the only thing that allowed me and a walking/running toddler to get through an hour at the mall.
The Bjorn - that criss-cross contraption that keeps a tiny one close. I remember walking through New York City and Boston; Brad and I switched Seth back and forth and could last several hours doing that. I loved that thing.
The crib mattress - although Arwen is almost 5 years old, we’ve gotten 9 years of constant use out of that little crib/toddler bed. (It could still be converted into a double bed, but the space is too small.) Arwen asked in December 2008, “Can I have a bed like Seth’s? A soft bed?” Poor thing. Those baby mattresses are solid, good for bone growth though. Her new twin bed arrived on Monday. It is a white metal frame, and she’s telling everyone from the grocery cart at Trader Joe’s that we’re going to paint it ballet pink, really just a fancy peach.
All the crib bedding
Lots of girl clothes
More important than all the details, giving away useful, often costly, baby items seals the deal to the rest of the world, that without divine intervention, Mama and Daddy are done making new babies.
