When Little A came along, we brought out the glider and it made me happy just seeing it in my living room. She loved it just as much as Big A did and spent many hours napping in it as well.
When my sister-in-law had a baby 6 months ago, she borrowed the glider and my little nephew spent some happy hours in there as well. Basically, the yellow glider makes me think of all the good parts of having a tiny baby. The snuggly-ness, the cuteness, the innocence of baby sleep. Just look at my girls in it:
The other day, my mother-in-law dropped off the yellow glider - my nephew has outgrown it. It has been sitting in my living room for the past few days and every time I pass it, I can't help but picture one of my sweet little babies sleeping in it. When Big A was Little A's age, I got pregnant, so maybe its just a biological urge for a new baby. However, unless you're Michelle Duggar (who I love for some weird reason), at some point your last baby has to be your last. And the joy of a cute sleeping baby is not a good enough reason to bring another person into the world. Because when those cute sleeping babies aren't sleeping, they cry and they stay up all night and they cost money and....they're really cute.
Clearly, I need to move the yellow glider to the basement as soon as possible. Or better yet, lend it to another mom so that it can continue its job of rocking babies to sleep - just not my babies.
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