It’s officially fall, although we’re still waiting for it to feel like it here in the south. We’re still wearing flip-flops and short sleeves, but there are days when a sweater feels nice in the early morning. My oldest daughter keeps pointing out leaves falling to the ground every time she sees one, and we are reminded that it is fall even though it still feels like summer. I usually wait until the weather deems it necessary to change out the kids’ clothes from the warm seasons to the cool seasons. However, I’m having trouble snapping Roland’s clothes, and it’s time for him to change into the next size up. Hopefully I can find some clothes in the next size that are appropriate for these warmer temperatures.
I feel like I just changed out Roland’s clothes, and that’s because I did just a few months ago. From newborn, to 0-3 months, to 3-6 months, and now onto 6-9 months, that’s a lot of clothes swapping. Really, I’m not complaining, though, because although I don’t like the chore of changing out clothes, we are incredibly lucky to get the best hand-me-downs from the kids’ cousins. Instead of worrying about having to purchase clothes for the next size, I have to worry about how I’m going to sort through the many bins and boxes of clothes we have been given. I already get stressed out when I realize there’s an outfit that Roland only got to wear one time before he grew out of it, thank goodness I didn’t have to also buy that piece of clothing.
These days I am feeling increasingly buried in clothes, from the laundry that never ends, to the sheer amount of clothes the kids have. I set out to organize my process a little differently this time to feel less overwhelmed. First, when we got old clothes from others when Roland was born, I only took out the stuff that I either really liked or thought I would maybe need. I gave back or donated the rest. I also made sure the clothes fit comfortably in the dresser drawers, so I wasn’t overstuffing it. In between the times of changing out clothes, I’d put clothes that didn’t fit in a bin under the dresser. After many outfits were added to the bin, I swapped out the clothes for the next size up. Since we are not planning on having anymore kids, I don’t have to worry about storing the clothes that Roland has outgrown, and I can either pass them on or donate them.
The whole thing would really be a pretty easy process by now if I weren’t so sentimental. This is the first time I am putting away clothes without the possibility of seeing them on another baby again. I have to channel my inner Marie Kondo and give thanks to the items as they served their purpose for us, so I have strength to get rid of them. I will save a few select pieces of clothes for the kids to have someday to use or not. While, there’s a bit of sadness to be moving on to the next stage of baby clothes, thanks to my inner Marie Kondo, I am quite excited that I will be moving stuff out of my house hopefully into someone else’s house who will be just as excited as I was to receive them.