Earlier this week I did a big chuck of baby clothes. The beginning of spring cleaning or organizing, call it what you want.
Clothes were over-flowing in the storage bins and babies are being born. Not to us, of course – but to friends.
So I sorted and bagged up all the newborn and first year clothing from Abby (she’s into 12 months + right now) and Wyndham save some of the outfits I just couldn’t bear to part with.
Of course I gently fingered nearly every article, welling up like the giant nerd that I am with the thought that my babies are quickly becoming toddlers, or exiting toddler-hood and entering child-hood.
I know, I know. Humans grow and all of that.
Quietly, I struggled with the thought of giving the clothing away, when I want another child. Just one more.
Sooner rather than later.
Alas, the mister does not and I am not so adamant about it that I am willing to call it a first world problem. So. For now we are done making babies.
Honestly? I’m pretty choked up about it. See what good comes of spring cleaning? Nothing I tell you. Nothing.
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