I love babies.
Sometimes I forget this fact until I catch a glimpse of one or get a whiff of delicious baby smell (fresh out of the bath baby smell, not the other baby smell). Luckily, I have a constant reminder of this right now.
Also, as much as I complained about various pregnancy-related discomforts, there really isn’t any feeling like carrying a baby. It’s magical, gross, weird, and wonderful all at the same time.
Now that it’s time to start parting with the baby things that my little ones have grown out of, I’m realizing a couple of things:
1. Baby girl clothes are the sweetest things. I have to resist the urge to try my daughter’s little dresses on my infant son. I feel like that wouldn’t be a good thing for anyone.
2. I’ve kept a lot more than I thought. Perhaps subconsciously, I was trying to tell myself something?
3. I completely understand how people can have huge families. I don’t see myself becoming one of those people – mainly because I’m not exactly stellar at managing my time and I don’t know how I’d keep up with that much laundry/dishes/lunches/baths – but I certainly can see how having a bunch of babies could be an attractive option.
4. Sifting through old sleepers, baby booties, rattles, and baby books is a great way to spend an afternoon. I need to make a note to do this every so often. The kids are growing up waaaaay too fast, and it helps me remember the saying “the days are long, but the years are short.”
I’m still not ready to let go of a lot of baby things, but slowly I’m reclaiming our storage room. On the bright side, I’m purging our old stuff via kijiji and some other sites, which is giving me an excuse to purchase new stuff! Out with the old, in with the new 🙂