C is 15 months old today.
I am in one of those moods where I want to get stuff cleaned up and cleared out. So A bought some plastic boxes today and I've spent the evening packing up C's old clothes. I have so many memories. I remember when she was swimming in some of these teeny tiny little outfits. I've even packed one of my carriers away- she no longer fits in it and isn't a big fan of being worn now that she can walk. Ohmy the memories.