Saying Goodbye

For the first six months Cade was here, he grew quickly. He was constantly growing out of clothes. I had a few bins conveniently placed under his crib as I put away his clean clothes I would throw what he had grown out of in a bin. Between six and eight months Cade slow his growth rate. He was actually getting to wear his clothes on more than one or two occasions. Cade hit his eight months and started rapid growing again. His adorable, cutesy, two piece Carter's are now becoming high waters. They are shrinking! Not really Cade is just becoming a big boy, not a baby. That phrase just keeps reappearing in my blogs. If you can't tell, I'm a little sad to see my baby go. Don't get me wrong I love growing with Cade, seeing his personality shine, watching him learn new things, playing with toys- its the best. I just can't believe how quickly time has passed. He is quickly passing the baby clothes, we have to look in the toddler department now. This also means the clothes aren't so cutesy they are big boy clothes: jeans and tee shirts, khakis and button ups. Gone are the matching knit outfits that look so comfy I want a set in my size, matching blankets and onesies, comfy one piece sleepers- gone.
I've been avoiding the issue. Ignoring the elephant in the room, wait I mean the pile of clothes in the corner. Dodging the pyramid of maturity. Soooo.... Today was the day. I started separating onesies in one drawer, sleepers in another, clothes too small go into the bin... As the bin began to overflow I grew sadder and sadder, "But I love this outfit," I exclaimed, "Maybe one last time," trying to convince myself, but they had their one last time. I threw on my favorite striped pants and let him nap in them. That's it, when we leave today he'll be changed and they'll go in the bin. I have to say good-bye.

GOOD-BYE!