Sort it out

We have been incredibly blessed by friends and family of late. They not only showed us tremendous support and good will during the trials and tribulations of the pregnancy from hell, but have also given us seemingly everything a baby could want.

We have been given so many baby clothes that sorting through them and keeping them organized is like a part time job.

The baby’s room is admittedly small, with an uber tiny closet, but still, there were so many 0 -3 sized clothes that all other clothes had to go in the attic.

As if on some baby attire cue, Cappi jumped from 0 -3 to 3-6 sized clothes last week, Friday marking her third month outside of the womb.

So this weekend I persuaded my husband to climb up into the attic, throw down the giant bags of bigger clothes, and get some beers. We then proceeded to make a giant mess of his office carefully sort through the loot, while getting loaded while sipping our drinks.

I know it’s mundane and NOT what most would choose to do with their Saturday night. But I LOVE sorting through baby clothes. It gives me so much pleasure, and I even managed to get my husband in on the deal. He was slightly disgusted by the sheer amount of pink in various piles around him, but he was a good sport nonetheless.

By the next afternoon, I had managed to tidy up said piles and transfer specific piles into specific baskets.
And by Sunday night we’d even managed to get her crib (also given to us) put together, made up, with the crazy mobile (ditto) attached.

she is mesmerized
and tired (doesn't she look rediculously small in there?)

night, night baby,

and thanks to everybody for their generosity, both moral and material.