(Sorry for that interruption. I now bring you the post that was SUPPOSED to be up before a freak started coveting my child)
I’m feeling a little sad today. In an effort to rid my very small house of all space-sucking baby gear, I’ve been gathering everything up and slowly getting it out of here.
Last week it was the Boppy pillow, the bottle sterilizer and the baby bathtub. The week before that the swing, the Babynest, the co-sleeper and the tummytime baby Boppy pillow were evicted. Today I took the floor gym, and six bags of baby clothes to the consignment store. (Yes, even after the tap shoe debacle, they still like me and my stuff. Nice people, they are)
Today’s run encompasses the last of my daughter and son’s tiniest infant clothes. It represents a turning point in all of our lives but mostly, it represents my babies growing up. I can hardly think of this without tears welling up in my eyes and a lump forming in my throat.
We wish so much for the hardest parts to be over but when they are, our babies have become toddlers and then preschoolers and then kindergarteners. I know growing up is what they’re meant to do but it still breaks my heart. I just keep telling myself that we will love having all the extra space. But I’m not really buying it…