It Didn't Get Me

Most of you other moms may not believe this, but even though yesterday was the day after my big girl turned three, I was able to go through three boxes of her baby clothes to see what I wanted to give away.  I know, you're thinking to yourself, how did she do that without crying and wanting another baby to hold?  I'm not certain, myself, but I can tell you I managed it with just wistfulness and excitement to meet my friend's new baby, and not a hint of never again.

And they were some darned cute clothes, too, it really brought me back to a few years ago - snapping all those onesies, or worse, the pajamas that seem to have 8,000 snaps and they never line up right, especially with a wiggling baby.  I saw all the onesies our friend decorated for her at our baby shower, which are all treasures I will always keep. 

And I'm pretty proud of myself that I managed to only hold onto 3 boxes of baby clothes, and yesterday I took out enough clothes for our new baby friend that I only have 2 boxes left in the closet.  And that includes all the baby clothes my parents and in-laws gave us for Maeve, whether I ever put them on her or not.  I can be a bit of a packrat when left unchecked, so I'm impressed with my self (and so is the Husband) that I've kept so little.

I guess what I mean to say is, maybe this is how I know I'm done.  All those sweet baby clothes, all those happy memories, and I was contented to leave them in the past.

Even though this baby was straight-up ADORABLE