These are the clothes Caleb wore home from the hospital. When he was born. 12 years ago. These clothes have moved three times, and spent the majority of their life in a plastic bin in the basement.
But how cute are they?!
If the boy weren't now 12, I might post the million baby pictures we took in those first few months. (My in-laws had just gotten together and bought us our first digital camera - Sony Mavica that took a 3.5 inch floppy.)
Yeah, it's time to say good-bye to the clothes. How horrible would it be to hold on to them and give them to my (MAYBE, someday a long way away) daughter-in-law for my (MAYBE, even much longer away) grandchild. Creepy.
So, I'll take a picture and hold onto it for any of those things that might OR might not happen somewhere down the road.
Oh, and while I'm at it, I'll let go of some of my mama expectations. He's reaching the age of young adult before my eyes. Buh-bye, baby boy clothes. Buh-bye, baby boy.
4 comments:
sigh <3
No! I can't take the growing up of our babies. Leah looks like a 16 year old but in my mind she's still one on the front lawn of Hegeman. Hurts my heart and makes me happy at the same time.
I have kept a couple outfits from each of my kids for them to have. My girls especially wanted to (and of course little pink preemie clothes? adorable!) My girls have actually used a few of them for their dolls, too. SOMEday I'll let the last ones go... maybe... :)
Capturing the growth of your kid in pictures is one of the most nice way of sharing and remembering good times...
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