As far as simple things so, I’m pretty sure a small pile of screws and wing nuts qualify. But this little pile of screws and wing nuts are a big deal around here.
These screws and wing nuts are the difference between this:
My last baby has his freedom. Well, to some degree. He’d already figured out how to climb out of his crib, but it wasn’t something he was doing on a regular basis. We have a trip to the beach coming up in about a month and I really didn’t like the idea of carrying a pack n’ play if we could avoid it. So, we did it. We converted his crib into a toddler bed.
It’s a bitter sweet thing. I know he’s not a baby anymore, but he will always be my baby.