Yesterday, I packed up most of Isla’s newborn clothes. It was so sad. Even though I am very sincere in my desire to have no more children until Isla is out of diapers (got my IUD Wednesday!), it was hard putting all of those clothes into storage and thinking that I may never see them on a baby of my own again, and even if I do, it’s going to be a VERY long time. I’m going to miss that sweet ruffly bum!
Time moves so quickly. Isla is 9 weeks old. On Saturday, she’s doing her first plane trip to Texas, where we’re going to spend the last 2 weeks of our full time together hanging out with grandparents, great-grandparents, and a load of extended family. Then we come back, and my little girl is going off to daycare. I’m excited about returning to work, but if I think too much about how big she’s getting and how fast it all goes, I just want to cry. I’m not looking forward to the day when the 0-3 month outfits start going back into storage as well. 🙁