You’ll have to indulge me for a minute. My husband tells me that my baby is no longer a baby. To which I scoff, to which he points to various evidences that he is correct. One evidence is that Conster is now sleeping in a regular twin size bed.
|So this bedding is pretty cute. Which I’m
sure explains why there were only two left in the
My husband can be such a jerk, and I keep warning him that should he persist in his assertions that my baby is no longer a baby we may end up with another actual baby. He would like to know how I’ll accomplish that without his consent. But seriously, we work for a church there are babies everywhere I’m sure I could russell up one somehow. Just kidding about stealing a baby! But, if you know anyone that’s giving one away…
|Those piggers kill me!|
So Conster’s big boy bed. We were blessed to get this bunk bed (SuperH will be joining his brother when school is out and I’ll be getting a bonafide sewing room! Hoorah!!) from a couple in our church for a steal (there I go talking about stealing again!) and my mom paid for his mattress and new bedding set (try finding cute boy bedding I dare you!). Let me just say for the record that Conster is ECSTATIC! He loves that he’s no longer a baby (so they say). I don’t. I do love that moving him from a toddler bed to a regular bed made him look sort of tiny again.
|Someday I’d like to get paid big bucks
to design cute stuff for boys. There seems
to be a real hole in the market.