Caitlin is half a year old! Ye olde list of milestones:
She has made the foray into the world of Real Food. Her favourite food right now is sweet potato (no luck with carrots and bananas).
Teeth! Her two bottom teeth are starting to come in and they're razor-sharp.
She has figured out how to travel-roll - instead of just rolling back and forth she will roll continuously in one direction to get to where she wants to go. She can also spin around on her back to change directions. Time to start baby-proofing!
She has officially doubled her birthweight - she weighed 16 lb and 5 oz at her 6-month doctor's appointment. She was around the 70th percentile in weight and head size, and 90th percentile in length.
She's like a Real Little Person now. A few months ago she just lied (laid?) around like a bump on a log - now she's a bright, alert, and sociable little baby who loves to smile and laugh and babble. What a difference a few months makes!
I have recently decided to get serious about my War Against Stuff. It amazes me how much stuff has followed us from our university days, to our one-bedroom apartment, and now to our house. Just two years ago when we moved in, our house had room for a grand piano. Now it feels as small as our apartment.
To that end I have decided to start with our closet. It seemed so simple in theory: clear everything out, then sort the clothes into Give Away, Throw Away, and Keep. Easy.
Once I had the clothes in one pile and started to sort however, it got a lot more complicated. Besides the three piles, there was also:
The "In Case Of ______" Clothes
The oh-so-comfy maternity clothes, the thermal underwear for that hike we never went on but we might again someday, the five pairs of gym pants that I "need" because I go to the gym so often.
Clothes That Fit Pre-Pregnancy
The pants that I can button up but can't eat in or give me a huge muffin top - or both. Hooray post-pregnancy belly flab!
The pants I can't get past my butt.
Clothes I Swear I Will Wear Someday
Clothes that still have tags on them and clothes that were gifts but I've never worn. The guilt makes it hard to let go.