When I was little they looked a little like cages with wooden doweling around four sides. I'm not sure if my mom even had one and I certainly don't have any miserable memories of being in one if she did.
When I became I mom we hunted and shopped until we found a really good barely used play "pen". It was the basic netted side version that collapsed into a two ended rectangle that could be maneuvered into a trunk.
Now, we don't call these play "pens" anymore . . .Grammie and Grampa call these "excuse removers" . . .We don't want to hear . . .anything remotely close to there is no place to lay the baby down. Our bungalow may be small but there will always be a place to sleep at Grammies house.
Last evening after a day of shopping with the girls for essentials my beloved and I ran out to pick these collaspable cribs up. This time around we headed straight for the store and purchased two brand new play yards. We could have shopped around for almost new . .barely used. . . . been there, done that . . .
I'm sure that sleepovers are many months away but a nap or two may be sooner than that.
By now you are looking and wondering . . .twins? . . .
We won't be having twins exactly, but our daughters by love both seem to be curiously concealing something. Woo hoo. By the end of November and the middle of December or thereabouts . . .life on the farm will never be the same.
Well, I'm off to do some Saturday cleaning and then later on we are heading to the big city to have dinner and go to a play . . .
Have a wonderful day my friends.