So I keep forgetting things that I really want to blog about lately, then I find a note that says:
“Only using mascara on the TOP LASHES. Very “Spring is here.”"
And I look at myself and go, “Yeah. You need to get a job.”
But anyway.
So I’ve started the Spring process of GOING THROUGH THINGS. It calls to me, the purge. I can feel unnecessary items just stewing, wondering when they’re going to be noticed and brought to a place where they can be re-homed. We’ve taken one trip to Good Will this past week, and I’m thinking this year instead of the wait and get a bunch of stuff together type scenario we might just go ahead and go weekly. Or bi-weekly. (Wait, does that mean twice a week or once every two weeks?) Some things we’re saving for a yard sale, if we do that again. But right now I’m just so excited that we’re GETTING RID OF STUFF that I don’t even care.
I went through Camper’s toys the last couple of days, organized and put all the pieces back together and made sure nothing was broken. I put all of the baby toys away (well, they’re in the attic, waiting to go into some sort of organized storage box) and a part of me is really sad. Well, honestly, he’d probably still be playing with the popper thing and the plastic chains and all of that stuff, but for the sake of CLUTTER I needed to put it away. And so far I think it was a good choice. He’s actually started to play with things again instead of just look in his toy box and get overwhelmed and walk away and ask for “CARS?”
In this process I found a couple of things that I probably wouldn’t have gotten, looking back. Like for instance this thing, which he never used. (Ok, I guess he used it long enough for me to write this post. Or else, LIAR.) Or the organic cotton blanket/rabbit doll that he liked in the store…and rejected as soon as we got into the car. He definitely favored the homemade taggie blanket given to us by friends right before a plane trip. If I can find the time maybe I should go back through my amazon purchases and write a post on how some of that stuff worked out for us. It’s a good idea, we’ll see if it ever happens.
There are three things that I cannot purge, however. First, his very first pacifier. The one they gave him in the hospital that I said I’d never let him have. It was a soothie, as well, one of the newborn ones with the curve to go under his nose. It’s precious to me, absolutely precious. Also, his “church keys,” which were a set of plastic infant keys that we’d give him during church. Rattling the whole thing was a little noisy, so we ended up taking all the keys off but two, and hence, quieter. Church keys. And finally the red plastic phone we bought at Harmon’s when I was pregnant. Also a rattle, also probably full of BPA. But I love it, and I put them all in my underwear drawer. And I never want to throw them away.
So there you go. Homage to some stuff, things that aren’t important, but are apparently important enough to me that I’m hiding them away. Getting them out every so often and remembering a time when my son couldn’t look at me and say, “No more!”
Sigh.
