I've just about cleared out my house of all the baby stuff...except the clothes. I don't know why but I can't even think about parting with all those onesies, socks, and PJ's. That cute little Christmas outfit, the adorable fuzzy zip up with the little bear ears on the hood. I must have 12 plastic storage tubs full of everything baby boy from newborn on up. They take up half my storage closet in the attic.
Truth be told I would love just one more baby but I just don't think that's in the cards for us. A shot at a little sister for Puck and Muffin is really tempting but I still wouldn't be able use all those boy clothes. We are practical people and practically speaking I guess it's not a good idea. Money, house, daycare, jobs, age, etc... It's sad to think that my body is done doing the most amazing thing it can do, grow a human.
A friend just found out she is pregnant so that gives my 9 months to work up the strength to give her all my sweet cotton memories of my babies. I hate that all those clothes are going to waste and I really do want someone to be able to use them.
There is just something about those teeny tiny baby-powdered smelling soft little outfits...