Packing up

I haven't posted in awhile, and actually our last post wasn't really a post, so our blog has been non existent since McKenna turned one. I have no excuse really, but thought to myself today as I was going through Mj's drawers and closet to pack away her 12 month clothes that I should write a blog about that experience.

It starts out feeling really nice because I am getting out all of the diaper boxes that I have saved for just this occasion. I feel like I am doing something useful and not wasting my time and her room is getting cleaned at the same time. How wonderful.

Somewhere during this process I go downhill very quickly. I start seeing the clothes she wore before she started walking and it reminds me of her being a baby. The clothes she only wore a few times and I apparently stuck them in the back of the closet and now I really wish they would fit her because they are SOO cute. The shoes that are now too small because she couldn't stand keeping them on her feet so the majority of her life so far she has been barefoot, but still, those shoes are sweet. They are miniature people shoes for crying out loud. How can you not want your daughter to wear them. I packed away headbands, hairbows, socks, bibs, dresses and leggings. I'm not sure why it struck me so hard this time around. I have done this with her newborn clothes, 3-6 month, 6-9 month and so on. I guess now that she is officially wearing 18 month clothes she is a toddler, a TODDLER, oh and we moved her bed down to the lowest level that it will go to tonight. Next step is a big girl bed. Oh, my.

I could go on and on, but the fact of the matter is that she is becoming a little girl. My baby is not much of a baby anymore. Yes, she has her moments, she still likes to be rocked at night and I am CLINGING to that, but she is growing up and it makes me sad.


So, now I'm rambling in my first post in 6 months, so I will go. Nighty Night!

~Chels