Many years ago when I was just a little girl my Daddy made me a doll crib. I still have it! Through the playing of many nieces and our own three boys it has survived. The girls probably used it as a doll crib (maybe even put their baby sister in it!) whereas our boys probably used it as a canoe - or a battle ship - or fighter airplane. Who really knows with the new adventures unfolding every day with three energetic boys. No matter what imaginary stories it created, it survived. The other day hubby pulled it out from under the stairwell in search of a tough tote of baby clothes long ago given to our son (now a Daddy himself.)Not being sure what to do with the "doll" crib, but not willing to put it back into the dark recesses below the stairs, it was sitting in the play room downstairs when the need arose last Saturday for a comfy spot for a sweet new little girl to rest while her Mommy and Grandma painted on the new garage being built for her family. It worked just fine. Somehow I think her Great-Grandpa would have been proud to see the little one resting peacefully while busy hands around her worked til the days end. So there it will stay as long as needed in the coming months.
