Baby Clothes

I started a nesting project. I guess it's a nesting project... I made Jamie get down the tubs of baby clothes and blankets for me to sort through in preparation of the big event. It was an interesting process. I thought I would get all weepy at the sight of all of those cute clothes, and at remembering Jo being that little. But it was fun, and relaxing. I think this was because:

A) I have another baby on the way. I'm sure it'll be a different scene when I sort thru these clothes "for the last time".

B) It truly seemed like she wore these clothes a long, long time ago. I didn't get the "time flies" nostalgia/quesy feeling. I'm thankful for that, because time does fly, but I think I've tried really hard to enjoy the moment, and then capture as much as I can on film/blogs. So time is not completely lost.

C) Jordan was right in front of me being goofy and fun, enjoying sorting thru her old clothes and holding them up for me to see. So it's hard for me to wish back the days when she wasn't so animated.

D) I am so utterly convinced that this baby is a boy, that I was relieved to find all of the neutral, and even boyish, infant clothes we have.

E) Jordan had SO MANY clothes, everybody bought her a ton of clothes, so she never wore the same thing over and over. So individual outfits don't really stand out in my memories, because she hardly ever wore the same thing twice.

Of course, there's always one exception: the cherry newborn onesie. She wore this home from the hospital. It was the tiniest outfit we had and it still swallowed her (she was only 5 lb 6 oz by the time we left). And it was the very first thing I ever bought for her. So I'll never part with it. And it still makes me a tiny bit weepy :-)