I just might be sentimental to a fault, but it’s just part of who I am. I love to document everything, keep items that are meaningful, and do so in the most organized way possible.
Compulsive organizing might be a fault of mine too. I may need to see a therapist.
Looking back over the girls’ first year, I’m SO glad I took the time each week to take their pictures in the orange chair. I still love to go back and flip through them to see how much they changed in such a short time.
I had them printed and put in little albums, one for each girl.
I may have gotten my sentimentality from my mother, because she kept boxes and boxes of my (and my 6 siblings’) clothes from our childhood, bless her heart. And I LOVE that she did that. A few months ago, at my sister-in-law’s baby shower, my mom gave Carrie two tiny outfits from my brother Tim’s babyhood (Carrie’s baby daddy and husband), neatly in ziplock bags… and complete with a very vintage photo of Tim wearing that specific outfit 20-some years ago.
Now, because the girls ‘share clothing’ (at least for now), it made me a little sad that… someday I won’t have a box of baby clothing to hand down to each of them, nostalgia and all. And that’s when I decided to steal my Mama’s idea.
After printing two more sets of their weekly pictures, I separated out all the outfits that they wore for these shoots. (If I’d stolen this idea much earlier, I would have just put these outfits aside when they grew out of them so I wouldn’t have to dig for them).
I made piles, and put the photos with their corresponding outfits. 50 outfits for each girl! (yes, I know there’s 52 weeks in a year, but since the girls were in the NICU for a few weeks, we didn’t get started until they were 3 weeks old).
I picked up some cheap-o generic ziploc bags, got comfortable, turned on some Christmas music, and got busy!
Would you look at these tiny little sleepers? Ugh… makes my heart ache.
I started by laying out each outfit in a way that would be the most flat, and fill the ziplock the most evenly. Does that make sense?
With the corresponding photo, I slid the outfit into the bag.
Here’s where things get real sophisticated… using my feet, I squished all the air out and zipped ‘er up!
I was surprised by how well this worked. It was almost like they were vacuum sealed!
I mean, this is a stack of 7 outfits. Crazy compact, no?
Then I just stacked them into each girls’ box, in order of month!
I know sometimes blog posts tend to make things seem easier than they really are, and sometimes the really ARE very easy! But this process of folding/bagging outfits (though very simple) TOOK FOREVER if I’m being honest with myself and you… which I always am! The whole time I was doing this, I kept thinking to myself am I a little CRAZY? And then I would think this is such a GREAT IDEA! It was like I had two little guys on each shoulder saying conflicting things!
I’m ok with being a little crazy. Because it was SO worth it. I could just stare at this sentimental-organization all day.
And now each of the twins will have her own box of baby clothes (complete with photos and memories) to reminisce over someday, and possibly pass onto their daughters! This brings me immeasurable joy!
And believe it or not, after pulling out these 100 outfits, I still have PLENTY of clothing stashed away for a possible future baby girl (or two?). We had so many generous people give us clothing (both new and hand-me-downs) that we definitely weren’t hurting for baby clothing that first year!
UPDATE! A reader made a good point that it’s important not to store anything of value in cardboard boxes. I’m planning to pick up some totes next time I’m in town, I just needed to first find out what dimensions I would need! The last thing we need is little critters chewing away at our cherished memories! (thanks Susan!)
Do you have special memorable outfits from your little tyke’s childhood that you are saving for him/her? Or do you save ALL their clothing? Or are you able to purge, and pass along or donate your kids clothing? Do you think I’m a little neurotic? It’s ok to be honest.