Yesterday I decided I was going to undertake the task of washing all the newborn and 0-3 month baby clothes. I thought all I needed was a new bottle of Dreft, but I should have also bought Kleenex, because it was a trip down memory lane.
You forget how little they were, especially when you live in the now, which consists of chasing after a bouncing almost three year old. Nursing, rocking, swaddling... each piece of clothing had a memory attached to it – ones I didn't realize I had almost forgotten.
As I lovingly folded each piece of clothing, I though about how I will experience new memories with Baby #2. What will he look like? What will be his personality?
Derek's take, "I forgot how much of a pain in the butt folding baby laundry is."
Nice.
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And then it's even more shocking when those teeny tiny newborn clothes actually fit the baby!! I do have to concur with Derek on the baby socks though, for sure!! An essential item, but tough to keep up with!
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