Monday, September 01, 2008

This Is What I Get For Being So Pleased With Myself

This morning, I gathered all the newborn and 3-month outfits and packed them away in the box where I’d stored them three years ago. Q-ster had outgrown them and I was hoping that there’d be a Buster someday to wear them again. This time, I’ll see if any of my preggo friends are interested or send them to a charitable group.

I was so pleased – feeling organized and tidy. The micro dude’s drawers were freed up, ready for the next set of larger clothes tumbling in the dryer. Of course, then he had four spit-ups in a row – small, but just enough to need a new sleeper to get the damp off his skin each time.

No clean clothes left. I busted open the box and pulled out the (slightly snug) old sleepers.

1 comment:

Mayberry said...

Foiled by the baby spit-up machine! Oh well.