The most convenient thing to do at home is to grab whatever outfit is at the top of the pile and throw it onto the baby. That means a lot of outfits get recycled while those at the bottom, well stay at the bottom.
A few days ago, to my horror, I dug up a size "0000" onesie (one-piece baby suit) from the bottom of the pile that Kai has never worn and which Kit--being the size he is now--cannot wear. I also dug up a new "Magic Baby Swaddle" that I've only used once on Kit, and which is now too tight across the chest.
That sent me going through Kit's wardrobe with a frenzy. With him "growing like a weed" (quote, unquote a friend), I had better find any never-worn-before-outfits before they become obsolete. As a result, I uncovered a cute onesie^ a friend gave us yonks ago.
A rush of memory came back to me as I held that onesie from Dolphin Discovery Centre. I still remembered the biting cold that greeted me on 26 March 2007 when I opened the car door and ran from the centre's carpark with then 9 month old Kai, who fell sick during our first trip to Perth. He was such a baby then and how fast he's grown.
Parents, hold the memory of your children close. Everything that happens, happens only once in a lifetime.