A few weeks ago, I sorted out all of Connor's old baby clothing and washed those that were sized 0-6 months to put away in the baby's room.
I took so long sorting them out because so many pieces held such lovely memories for me. Aw look, there's that little T-shirt we bought him when we were on holiday in Vancouver and I was 22 weeks pregnant. We bought a little black Canadian bear to go with it too.
And his Liverpool FC rompers we got from the club shop when we visited my in-laws when I was 6 months pregnant. He wore them home from the hospital when he was 4 days old. Look how tiny they are.
And there's that lovely set from Pumpkin Patch that Auntie PB bought him and I remember he was 8 weeks old when he wore it and he was so cute while I looked like complete shit because I had so little sleep. I got them all still - the orange t-shirt, the shorts, the blankie, the cute tiny little socky-wockys.
That's the cheap Matalan joggers we got him in UK the time he'd barfed and pooed over all his clothes and I ran out of bottoms.
His first proper Liverpool kit from Uncle Raymond and Auntie Jackie, sent all the way to our home in Jakarta. The label said 3-6 months so I put him into them when he was 5 months old and the shorts ended about halfway down his shins. He ended up wearing them till he was 14 months old and could stand and kick a ball.
Dungarees his aunt sent.
Super Gap Hawaiian shirt that Mummy scored at a sale in Liverpool One.
The Mothercare set Por-por and Gong-gong got him.
Each time I saw a piece that triggered a memory for me, I would smile and sit a while and think back to when he was at that age and think about the friends and family who bought those pieces. A lot of the pieces looked as good as new still and Number Two will get a lot of wear out of them.
So while it looks like poor little Number Two will be wearing old clothes, he's really going to be wearing a whole lot of memories and making some new ones for Mummy.