I went through some of Little Man’s clothes this past weekend.
Now that sounds like I was being all proactive or something, but I wasn’t. The truth of the matter is, though our home is starting to feel much more homey and less like the aftermath of a tornado (thanks to my new routine), there are still a few articles of clothing and pieces of electronics that we have yet to dig up because we never really got around to unpacking everything.
Our approach, since moving here, was to unpack what we needed to get by day to day and gradually unpack the rest as we need it. I like to call it de-cluttering because we can eventually through out what we never unpack. My mom would probably call it laziness. We may just have to agree to disagree. 😛
As I was going through the clothes that I have haphazardly “packed away”, in search of his little surfer style uv swimsuit (which should not have been there, but was), I realized that I have virtually no memory of my pregnancy or the first few months of Little Man’s life. I barely remember what it was like to have an infant around. I very much remember how I felt, but I do not remember him. What he did at each stage.
So, today, I find myself wishing I did a better job of documenting those first few months. I wish I had done a better job of keeping record of his height and weight at each appointment and how much breast milk he drank (sorry for not listening mom!).
Today is his 18 month well check and I am both excited and slightly nervous. Nervous because, though I think he’s a little genius, of course, I always worry a little that the doctor is going to tell me he isn’t where he should be in one area or another. At the same time, I am really excited to find out where he stands among his peers; it’s fun to hear the percentages!
So, I am going to make a concerted effort to record Little Man’s stats from here on out. Better late than never, right? Plus, I there’s always the next baby! 😉