…or are you just happy to see me?
Lately it feels like Margot’s babyhood is flying by. This past weekend I spent some time going through her clothes, setting aside those she can no longer wear to make room for the six and nine month sizes she’s rapidly growing into. It’s bittersweet to fold up those “nb” and “0-3″ jammies and onesies. We were given the majority of them while I was still pregnant, long before we knew Margot was a she. It’s like folding up a chapter of your life and saying goodbye to it once and for all. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
And now I think about what I’m going to do with all those clothes. Should I donate them? What if Mike and I decide to have another baby? What if a friend of ours has a baby soon? Wouldn’t we enjoy passing them all along and watching another baby breathe new life into them?
And what of Margot’s memories? I plan to make a shadow box of items from when she was born – a newspaper from her birthday, the outfit we brought her home from the hospital in, her little ID bracelet, and her first cuddly toy. Should I keep some other things? Things she might be able to pass down to children of her own someday?
This is me in my “Grandma’s Girl” dress. I used to dress my Cabbage Patch dolls in it. I wish Margot had this dress to wear and pass down.
The truth is that this kiddo probably has way more clothes than she ever had any business having. Our friends and family members were incredibly generous, and we tried as hard as we could to make sure she wore each and every outfit. Plus, you know, she’s a slobbery, messy baby. Like Cher and Lady Gaga, she’ll often have several wardrobe changes a day.
I think I’ve decided to keep the things that are really, really special and to donate the rest. There’s a community center for women and children in our neighborhood where we’ve donated items before. I’m sure they’ll be put to good use there.
And so here’s a little homage to some of my favorites:
The outfit Margot came home in. The hospital gave us the little hat with a bow. A definite keeper.
All too small. The white one and the striped one are keepers.
A traditional Egyptian outfit given to us by one of Mike’s archaeology colleagues.
Some organic jammies with ruffle bottoms.
Margot’s Christmas dress (center), Valentine’s Day dress (top), and future Christmas dress (bottom). I can’t wait for her to wear the green velvet.
The good news is that, once we donate all her old clothes, we’ll be able to make room for all the wonderful new ones:
Swimsuit season is upon us!
An Easter contender.
And another Easter contender.
A gift from a very sweet friend. Keeper.
And the reason for the title of this post. Her great Aunt sent these adorable pink corduroy suspenders, complete with a giraffe sewn into the pocket. Definite keeper.