Today it's real. H is so not my baby. No, it's not because he looks like a little man at times or talks like an old wise man at times or can do so many things by himself, has a sense of humor, or in the any number of ways we can see him changing and growing each and every day.
No, this post is about me. My friend is having a boy after two girls. They are so excited. I am passing on my current box of clothes. As I go through this box it really represents the growth of the little toddler to little boy. The final stage of little babyness that is represented by onesies and little cute clothes that I see in my mind every time I see them. 
H loves pjs. As I fold them one more time, I really get nostalgic and want to ball. I can totally understand why people keep their baby clothes. Now I admit I have kept some things and have passed on most of the smaller items already. When I did though, H was still my little toddler guy standing In the fridge pointing to what he wanted and curling up on the floor to sleep while we played his night time music. He was still riding a little bike and had to have help climbing on the bed.
Now, all those vestiges of babyhood are just pictures and memories. I couldn't help but just want to fold them again and remember those days when he was wearing the same shirt for the umpteenth time. I had to take pictures just to keep those memories alive. I've included a few. maybe they will trigger sweet memories for you as you think about your once little one.
