Closet Day

I've been telling Kai all weekend that Monday would be closet day. See, we plan on hitting the outlets tomorrow to shop for Kai's fall and winter wardrobe and I need to see what he has and what he needs. So this morning I started bright and early running a load of laundry to get all of his clothes clean. Then after lunch I pulled all of the clothes out of his drawers and closet (and every other corner of the house) and piled it in my living room. For the last hour I have been sorting through everything that Kai has.

I didn't intend to sort through everything, but I noticed that one of the boxes of clothes from last winter was disorganized and so I wanted to make sure that things were in the right place. I opened his box of Newborn to 3 month clothing and sorted through. I then went on to the 3 to 6 month clothing and I finally worked on his 6 to 12 month clothing. Sorting his clothes certainly brought back so many memories and made me sad that my baby has grown up so fast. Each outfit brought back a story and I could feel, just for a second, that I had my little cuddle bug in my arms again.

Daddy's BIG helper

As hard as sorting through the clothes was, it made me hope that maybe one day another little baby would be able to wear them (cross our fingers). For now, though, Kai is a blast, a blessing too hard to describe. I love his independence, his stubbornness, and mostly his silliness. And, thank goodness, he's still my little cuddlebug who'd rather have mom carry him just about anywhere.

What a sweet, sweet boy we have!