There are very few things I hate more then sorting thru the kids clothes that they have outgrown and boxing them up. It’s physically painful. I bawled like a baby the first time (ok, subsequent sortings haven’t gone much better either) I sorted Chloe’s clothing that she’d outgrown. Now that Fox is growing like a weed, I’ve had to start going thru his clothes because he’s outgrown so many things! I thought it would get easier.
It’s like you hold each dress, or outfit, shirt, pair of pants and you remember some event associated with it. I loathed the day I packed up Chloe’s beautiful going home from the hospital dress and the other day I had to put Fox’s going home outfit up. Not a pretty sight for me.
Both the kids are so tall. Chloe isn’t even 2 1/2 and she’s in mostly 4T clothing. Fox would fit comfortably in 12 month old clothing except for the fact the boy doesn’t have a butt and his pants fall off, so we have to put him in 3-6 month old bottoms. Most of his bazillion onesies he’s outgrown.
Barry’s Mom told me that you just burn thru baby clothes…you hardly get the “new” out of ’em before you have to get bigger sizes.
I couldn’t be prouder and happier, and I realize what an honor it is that I get to see the kids grow and change each day, yet I also just want to slow down time and savor each moment little bit more.
Can you two just slow down a little bit for me? Please?