A blink of an eye ago, we were pulling the baby toys out of the closet for our third kid.
Now that kid is a year old, and it's time to get rid of these same toys for good.
After more than five years with infants in the house, our last child is too old to use her jumperoo or baby swing anymore. Kelly took the toys to a charity sale last weekend so they could find a new home.
I'm surprisingly sad about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong: I'm not campaigning for a fourth offspring. It's just hard for me to process the idea of a baby-free household.
I guess this must be what empty-nesters feel. Except there are still three screaming children in the house, so maybe it's nothing like that.