I just took down the crib. The baby of the house, two year old Michelle, slept last night in her new bed. She triumphantly made the jump from crib to bed and there's no turning back now.
Except for a brief period before Michelle's arrival, someone has been sleeping in that crib for the past 4.75 years. Not to get totally nostalgic on ya, but this is the very same crib I slept in over three decades ago. She's all packed up and ready for the next baby in the family.
The next symbolic moment will be when we buy our very last pack of diapers. That's when we break out the non-alcoholic champagne.