Purge

For a couple of weeks now I have had this big desire to clean up the house. I don't mean your typical clean up like vacuuming, mopping, & scrubbing bathrooms what I am talking about is getting rid of the baby stuff that I will no longer need. I feel so bad that my interests are to move it out of the house, some of it will be going into Tupperware boxes for the kids later on in life & into the shed for storage (eric's going to love this),some of it needs to go to good will and some of it will hopefully go into a Christmas gift exchange that a friend has been hosting for a couple of years now. It makes me sad to see the rocking chair that my mom lovingly covered in fabric to match the crib bedding go out into the shed, the breast-friend nursing pillow has been handed down to the next momma, receiving blankets that wrapped Milo when he was first born, burp cloths which have been separated into 3 piles, rags, pass on to friend, & xmas exchange bag. There are also some toys that Milo hardly blinked at so I am not even going to wait to see Ruby's response, there are so many other toys around that she can play with.

I love having an orderly home, having a small orderly home makes me feel happy. For a while now as I cruised around the house doing things I kept on seeing things that really had no home, toys that weren't being used (ever), small plastic things that Ruby doesn't need to play with, clothes that were never worn or hardly worn. So I have been slowly sorting through things and today is the day I feel like things are organized, the stuff that we have are well used items, favorite toys, clothes that get worn toys that get played with etc etc.

I am thrilled that this little task is almost complete, at least for this point in time, give it another 6 months and I will have to do another purge. What I am not thrilled about, actually I am prettty sad about is that the realization of what all this means. No more babies for the Lymans. Ruby is my last baby and when I hold her these days she really isn't a baby baby any more. She wiggles out of my arms when she is done nursing, she is ready to cruise around the house, she doesn't fall asleep in my arms like she once did. Her clothes are all getting bigger, can you believe she wears 12 month clothes? I can't. Every time I put on an old shirt it seems too short or too tight around the arms. I know she has a lovely Buddha Belly and pudgy arms but I would just love it if time could stop for just a little bit.......................