I have been in the process of (finally) cleaning out Logan's closet. A rather large task I have been putting off for quite some time. He has so much stuff in there. Mainly clothes as that is the one thing a little guy goes through the most.
With a stack of rubber maid containers and boxes I go through the piles, which I had presorted as he outgrew in an attempt to stay a little organized until I had the time to clean it out. A box of premie diapers and clothing; was he really this small?
It's so easy to forget how tiny they were in the beginning. All I remember of those hazy, sleep deprived days was the fear of breaking this tiny person as I clothed and bathed him.
As I keep on packing these outgrown articles of clothing and shoes I see how much my baby has turned into a little boy.