Baby NeverNeverland

I sit here sobbing this morning as I sort through 1,234 pieces of baby clothes and pack up all the littles 3-6-9 month clothes that they are way too big for. What happened to that time? It feels like they should be just getting out of their 3 month old clothes not moving into 12 month old jeans and toddler shoes. As I fold the clothes and pack up them up into two crisp Trader Joes paper bags I can't help but want to keep every single skirt. Every onesie. Every bib with a comically large smiling animal on it. I don't WANT this time to be over. Some sort of primal instinct is kicking in making me want to do this journey all over again. Sure, we are already bursting at the seams in an 1100 sq ft condo but what's one more car seat? One more high chair? That's one more set of eyes that smile at me when I greet them in the morning. One more tiny hand to hold when sleep just won't come. That's not too much right?? I don't them to grow up but I guess there is no baby NeverNeverLand and life just has to happen. That's it. I'm waking the babies up for a snuggle and a chance to play Teddy Bears with them before they're teenagers. :)