Here Comes Trouble

Now that my baby boy is a walker. He thinks he needs to go further and be a climber as well. He climbs on the chairs, couches, window sills. His favorite thing right now is to climb onto the desk and dinner table. The first day of his new adventures were easily cut off by just sliding in the chairs in so he wouldn't be able to climb onto them first. Unfortunately, he realized he could easily pull out the chair and continue on with his climb.

He still crawls super fast. Like a wind up toy. And when he can't get somewhere fast enough on his feet he drops to his knees and boogies on out!

I am having a horrible time cleaning out his dresser. I received a butt load of clothes for him from my sis and they are still sitting in the corner of his room waiting to be put away. I would like to think that it is just my laziness that is procrastinating this endeavor. But even when I am folding his clothes and throwing them into the pile I have a sad, dread in my stomach of what is eventually going to need to be taking care of. Which is, the taking out and boxing the clothes he has outgrown. Who knew that I would have such a hard time with this!? Not Me! I was fine with putting away the 0-3's or the 6-9 month clothes. I was even selling some on Ebay. But these 12 month clothes have me really torn. It makes me so sad to think that he will never wear them again. There isn't going to be another baby in my house to ever wear them again.

I know, I know. These are just clothes. I still have my baby. He is still going to be cute and adorable. And I should be more excited about the wonderful kid he is becoming. What wonderful kids/young ones that all of my babies are becoming. It just goes by too fast. I love these moments.

(Funny how just yesterday I was whining about how I need them to go away so I can have time for Me Me Me.. hehe..you would think I'm pmsing or something.)