Cleaning out my closet
*Just a quick update from Friday’s ultrasound. The bleed is half the size it was before, but because it was just as big as the baby when it first happened, now it’s considered a “normal-large” SCH. So…I guess technically I’m at where most women start out at. Either way, it is what it is. I’m glad it’s getting smaller, but I kind of felt like a deflated balloon after. One day at a time.*
On Saturday, since I’m still supposed to be mostly sitting around, Matt and I decided to clean out Luca’s closet. We’re slowly getting the room ready to add a Mae to it for when the baby comes. We also realized that the closet had the most ridiculous things in it ever.
Yes. That’s a jacket from my high school cheerleading days. You know. Because I only graduated nearly 10 years ago. I should probably give that back.
We found a snuggie. So naturally, the kids decided they needed to be in it.
I found a bunch of old photos.
A photo of me when I was 2 days old.
A photo of myself and my three chins.
Photos of myself driving illegally and of course mowing the lawn. Gotta help out the grandparents.
And of course a photo of me wearing a veil, one thing I refused to have when I got married.
Then I found this gem.
That’s me. I’m 17, just graduated from basic training and sporting my amazingly awesome BCG’s. (BCG stands for birth control glasses.) I’m standing in front of the pit where we were drilled in every day, sometimes twice a day, and if we were really lucky at 2 am! I still have all my army clothes. Including this dress gear.
During all this, the kids basically self entertained.
(Mae chose to be shirtless. Enjoy it now, kid.)
Matt went through Luca’s clothes and sorted what still fit vs what don’t and I went through the random closet findings, along with 50 gift bags (seriously never have to buy them again. Yes, we’re those people who save them.) I found an old printer, drawing paper, clothes Maelie should have worn all summer that now are too small, four winter coats that never fit me, old frames with photos of my grandpa from being in the Navy, and not one ting that belongs in a closet of a 3 year old.
We ended up putting Luca’s dresser in there and now there’s a perfect space for Maelie’s new bed that we’ll get in the coming months. Darn. A trip to IKEA.
Closet cleaning is actually pretty fun sometimes.