My mom told me that a friend of ours is pregnant with her second child. Her first one was a girl, and her ultrasound this week shows she is having a boy. Additionally, that little boy will be born around the same time J was. They are moving to NYC, and are worried about the cost of everything. My mom told me she would accept any boy clothes I want to part with. A golden opportunity if ever there was one.
Except, I've been dragging my feet now for a couple of days. I didn't want to go through the baby stuff. I mean, J's only a year and a half. I figured I had time right? But, this morning I finally dragged out the boxes. And I figured I would give half to Kristy and keep the rest. Well, I didn't plan on 1/3 of everything having stains on it! Do you think those breastfeeding stains intensify with time because I don't remember so much stuff being stained? So, only 1/3 is going to Kristy, basically the new stuff that I have no sentimental attachment to. I know this is silly, but I'm not ready to let it go. What are the odds I keep telling myself, of me having another baby, the same sex, born at that same time? I'm just not ready. I did grab one of my favorite outfits of J's with these shoes and put this together. It's a frame box from PB, as is the clothing:
Of course, this only seems to make it harder to let go of stuff. Ridiculous uh?
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