This weekend I got the urge to clean all the things (thank you second tri energy for FINALLY KICKING IN) and started with the bins of clothes I have from Bella.
I can’t fathom why on earth I saved so many of her clothes, but it’s insane. Like 6 full bins of clothes that are newborn to two years. Crammed full.
Anyway, realizing that I have zero desire to move 6+ large bins to North Carolina, I started to go through them to save and for Goodwill. Then I wondered why I was saving girl clothes as we’re having a boy? This pregnancy has been so stressful, so intense, so physically hard up until just a few weeks ago. It would seem obvious to anyone we would be done.
Then Saturday night Sam took us to shopping and dinner. After, on a whim, we let Bella jump on the splash pad and get herself soaked. It was about 80* out but once she was completely drenched it was freezing to her. We didn’t have any extra clothes or a towel in the car so I ended up stripping her down, wrapping her in a scarf to protect from the car seat straps and then covering her with a blanket. I laughingly told Sam to remind me to pack her a bag of extras for the car from now on, saying, “I did better at this when I was a nanny of 3!”