I am, apparently, secretly anxious about giving away (or loaning out) Niko’s outgrown baby clothing.
We have some friends who just had a baby, and they’ve had a bunch of Niko’s clothes and blankets and stuff for awhile now. Between their baby arriving a month early and them purchasing a new house and getting it ready for move in etc they haven’t had a chance to give me back the stuff they don’t want. Or the plastic bins that stuff was stored in. I want the plastic bins back very badly because my LORD but I have several uses for them. I want the clothing etc back because we have some other friends who are expecting a baby and I’m sending stuff their way as well. They live about 2-3 hours away, and a mutual friend has already dropped off a baby bath, giant sponge, tummy time mat, infant carrier, and bucket car seat/stroller “system.” But the clothing! And receiving blankets! Tiny socks and mitts! Itty bitty hats! THEY NEED THESE. And I want my bins back!
So this whole “wanting my stuff back so I can pass it on to someone else” has been bugging me a bit, but not in a huge way. Just in a “remember to do this, babies do eventually get born and need to be dressed” kind of way. And I really do want my bins back so I can put the sunroom and its sewing related mess into order. But that was it! Or so I thought.
No, no. I am apparently secretly very anxious about getting rid of all of Niko’s baby things. Why? Because I had a dream where I was walking past a building and heard a baby crying, and went inside and there was a new born baby in just a diaper lying on an ottoman. There was a crib near by, but he (I was hoping for a girl, and in the dream said “aw man! boy babies get poop all up under their nutties!”) was not in the crib, he was on top of the ottoman, as though somebody had just placed him down for a moment and wandered off.
I was very upset.
This baby NEEDED CLOTHING and I DID NOT HAVE CLOTHING. I spent 95% of the dream looking for some of Niko’s hand-me-downs to dress him in, and fretting that if he spit up or something we didn’t have a change of clothing and OMG what if he GOT COLD? 5% was spent looking for his parents. But mostly it was just holding the baby and looking through boxes and drawers and in closets and underneath things, looking for the clothing I’d given away, but maybe some of it was still here someplace? I couldn’t have given it ALL away, could I? I was unprepared! I was unready! THIS BABY NEEDED CLOTHING.
It was really weird.
In other news, Niko’s almost outgrown his shoes.
