I'm not ready for this!

Today, I took some clothes of H.'s to be consigned. Which is good, I'll make money to buy him new clothes... but on the other hand, it means he got so big that he grew out of some things. Which is incredibly sad.

Of course, there were a few things that don't fit him that I just can't part with. Like the blue and brown sleeper he wore in the hospital (his first piece of clothing). Or his little hat that he first wore, with the tiger and lion on the front.

And come to think of it, there are a lot of items I don't think I can easily part with... I'm kind of a pack rat, I guess.