Boxing Up Baby Clothes=Depressing

I have slowly been packing up a box of Elise's clothes that she has outgrown. It's so sad that my tiny little baby isn't so tiny anymore. She is still little - as we are just starting into the 0-3mo. clothes, but all the tiny newborn sleepers that used to swallow her are too short now! I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with her clothes because I'm not planning on having anymore kids. Jason has a different plan, but that doesn't matter. Anyway, I ended up boxing them up to "save for later." Save for what? I don't know. Now Jason thinks there might be another baby in the future, but he better hope if by some act of God he gets another one, that it's another girl - because that's the kind of clothes I have. I thought about taking them to a resale shop, but I figure if any of my cousins have girls later on, they can have them.

I have gone from a respiratory infection to mastitis. When will it end? It seems like it's always something. I am on antibiotics for the mastitis now and am finally starting to feel a little better. I have felt like I had the flu the last couple of days - running a fever, body aches...

Last Wednesday, I took Elise to Pampa to hang out with her Nana and Grandpa. We ended up staying the night because the weather got bad and the roads were too slick to come home. I had just gotten Elise to sleep and just fallen asleep myself, when I was abruptly woken up by my father who decided he wanted to sleep with his granddaughter. As I mentioned previously, I'm not a morning person.... this also applies to having my sleep interrupted. So, needless to say he had to go sleep in his own bed after I had told him if he didn't I would!