Nov 022009
Someone turned 30 today. I can’t get my head around the fact that W has been on the planet 30 weeks. And while I still don’t consider myself polished enough to do one of those jam packed, state of the union, baby anecdote posts, I can say that as I type this with my right hand I am holding him with my left and he is petting my hair. And this is = parts so effing sweet and OW! Basically I just surrender to the awe daily- a person is growing and I can’t believe I got this lucky to be a witness to it.
Also- today is the first time he has worn corduroy. Happy corduroy, sweetie.
And while W had a nap this morning Mother and I began the: donate, sell, trash and keep process. We started in GM’s room. It was hard.
My favorite packing/sorting/shedding tip:
If the object is neither useful nor beautiful, but the memory is important, take a picture and donate the object. I photographed all of my college t-shirts – I keep the memory, but lose the bulk. And my t-shirt drawer actually has shirts that fit and that I wear now!
Hang in there….
Ooo, I love Deb’s idea, I must do that with my own tshirt collection!
Good luck with the packing/sorting.
Wish I could help out with your move, but I’m sending up prayers for a smooth and easy transition. *hugs*
Happy corduroy, W! What a lovely day!
Sigh. Packing up to move is so hard and so emotional. I’ll send some good strength in moving vibes your way.
I am simply most impressed that you are keeping track of weeks, I lost all that in a sleep-deprived haze.
Mind you people still look at me a bit funny when I say ‘one’ to their age, so I think I do it wrong
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Aww…look at those cute little tootsies.
((((HUGS))))
AAACK!!! Corduroy! LOOOOOVE it! Wil had a pair of red corduroy overalls that he literally wore out! Once I get my thighs to a non flame inducing size I’m buying me a pair. I’m so sorry that it is so hard! But I wish ya’ll the best of luck and am sending you massive “get through it” vibes ok? I love you!
Oh man is he getting big. Good luck with the sorting and giving and packing.
I remember how difficult it was to go through and get rid of stuff when we moved right after my miscarriage, particularly with the baby items. Doing the same thing after your grandmother’s death must be that much more wrenching.
Love them toes man! And corduroy rocks!
Ouch. That is a difficult room to start with. I hope that you made it through the stuff and have moved on to easier rooms. Hugs to you.