sentimentality be damned!
I remeber the first time I washed the girls clothes. It was about a week before they were born and I put all of their clothes in with ours as I was doing the weekly laundry. Their little newborn-size onsies, eensie-weensie socks, their diaper covers, their cute little shirts and pants...the addition of their clothes to ours somehow made their soon-to-be arrival all the more real. Even tho I had built their cribs, painted their room, decorated their furniture doing their laundry was the first step of incorporating them into the routine of our lives. I got weepy so many times that day -- sorting the laundry, loading it into the washer, switiching it to the dryer, folding their teeny tiny socks, hanging those cute little outfits in their closet -- and today I had another of those moments. Much of the clothing they wear is the same general stuff they've been wearing -- pj's, onesies, little pants and shirts -- and you can just get a little mindless about the chore. But then I came across these little pairs of Cinderella panties and I just realized how quickly it all goes. I guess the good news is that it doesn't matter how old they are or how much they work your last nerve...the smallest little thing can reduce you to weepy sentimental tears at any moment.