Well thanks to craigslist, we were able to sell our baby furniture to a very nice family who needs it for their new foster baby. But I have to say, I got a bit sad seeing it leave. Don't get me wrong, we are DONE. I am very content with two boys. Over the moon actually, but I get a little sad at every 'Big Boy' step they take. It just goes too darn fast!
And is it weird that I got the most emotional over the darn changing table. Heck, I should be jumping for joy. I mean really, that is the exact location where I have been peed on (many times, mostly by Wyatt) pooped on, and learned to use a suppository. But it is also where I cried with the boys on occasion, had great face to face interaction with them, gave zurberts, tickles and kisses. It is even where we did our 'monthly' photo of the boys. If you really think about it during that first year, you spend A LOT of time at the changing table.

Wyatt at 2 weeks old
First official changing table picture

Wyatt at about 1 year.
Where did all that baby fat go? I miss it!
Caden's first official picture on the table, at about a week old
One of my favorite pictures of Caden on the table

Caden at about 11 months
Oh those thighs!!! :)

Such big boys now!