I shed my first tear over moving just moments ago. Over what, you ask?
The boys’ changing table.
Now, I’m not mourning the fact that we’re inching ever-closer to that magical place where there are no diapers (we’ve constantly had a baby in diapers since December 2002), but rather the fact that a changing table just isn’t needed anymore.
I threw out the contoured pad on the top, as it’s been on its last legs oh, since about the time Jack Henry was born. And I was left staring at the table that my dad made. The one that Matt and I researched and planned and commissioned my dad to construct to our specifications before Luke was born.
Since Jack Henry is getting so close to potty training, it doesn’t make sense to move it to his room. Besides, he’s so huge that he barely fits on there…I nearly always change him on the floor these days.
So the changing table will be making the move to our new house, but it’s getting a new purpose. One that I’m pretty excited about! I’ll take pictures when we get there and I get it repurposed.
Now, I need to get back to packing boxes. Moving is far more work than I remember.