I just finished sorting the last of the clothes that the boys have outgrown. I have: one big bag for a mom at daycare (we are trading baby boy clothes for girly dresses for 4yo) and two wine boxes (boxes for a case of wine) of baby boys clothes for the Loved Twice organization. (They send moms-in-need home from the hospital with a case-sized box full of clothes sized newborn to 12 months. Alta Bates is one of the hospitals for whom they collect donations). Anyway, I'm doing it today because their drop off site is a salon that cuts kid's hair and tomorrow morning Chiara and a friend are going to get their hair done in the most princess way possible.
What a journey going through the hand-me-downs!
The clothes on top were easy--it's the stuff they've most recently outgrown. But getting to the bottom of the box was like traveling through time.
Of course there was a fourth pile--the Hawaiian outfits that we busted out (literally) for Cousin-O-Rama. The fanciest socks EVER from the Abnees. Cathy Johanni's matching World Peas outfits, the 4th of July outfits my mom got. Matching sleepers from one of our nurses. All the while the clothes are getting tinier and tinier until we get to the shirts that the boys wore in their last month at the hospital. Shirts that would barely fit Chiara's dolls.
And then, at the very bottom of the box, two notes from Cousin Jack (6 yo now), one for each twin, with pictures of a baby in a stroller and someone pushing the stroller.
TO MICHAEL MICHAEL WE LOVE YOU BEFORE YOU WERE BORN