Aubrey Anne Finn

Sunday, February 05, 2006

A Little Sentimental

Things are a bit crazy around the Finn household these days, and I will use this as my excuse for not posting the past couple of weeks. This Thursday, we are packing up and moving back to Jacksonville. Hopefully we will have the packing part finished BEFORE we have to leave, but at the moment it isn't looking so good. There have been a long series of God -driven events that have led us back to Jax and we consider ourselves truly blessed to have the opportunity.

So during the past week, I have been trying to put together some sort of strategy to organize the chaos that is Aubrey's stuff. I can see many of you shaking your heads, wondering if I will ever let go of the OCD tendencies to organize and clean everything in sight... the answer is probably not! She has a much larger wardrobe than me, but she has outgrown much of what filled her closet. So I wanted to pack it all up in bins for the next little Finn girl (no, not in the immediate future) or perhaps for Baby Gaston... maybe Chris and Amber will be needing pink and frilly this time!

I began the sorting process with Aubrey going nuts in her Jumperoo next to me. I started with the pajamas and being the mom that I am, I had to unfold and look at each one. I really almost started to tear up when I came to the Newborn-sized pj's. I had forgotten how tiny they were and she was swimming in them when she was first born. I stood there reminiscing about how Aubrey used to cuddle in her little, yellow, "cute chickie" pajamas and sleep soundly in everyone's arms... until I was shaken by the crazed screams of delight coming from the wild-haired little girl next to me. I moved on to the little dresses and when it came time to fold up the one she wore coming home from the hospital, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. It was the absolute smallest thing I could find and she looked like a little china-doll curled up in her car seat. Now I don't even think I could snap it around her ever growing mid-section. Elastic waists are a must for Miss Aubrey. I can't believe we will be trading the space in her closet with these boxes for her high chair. When we move, we will enter the world of rice cereal and pureed veggies and for many reasons, I'm sure our lives will never be the same.

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