Last week when my contractor suggested December 3rd as a start date for our reno's I panicked and spent a while flinging things at random into boxes in the basement. After some deep breathing and a coffee it occurred to me that wasn't the best approach so I went through the kids memory boxes instead. That took a while because some of the stuff was pretty cute, I particularly like the things they write about us on Mother's and Father's Days. According to Rose I am a chef and a chauffeur, and my favourite thing to do is watch Downton Abbey. Oh dear, so much for 2 degrees.
I threw quite a bit of stuff out because I couldn't remember why I'd kept it, but I also kept some pretty ridiculous things. For instance I have all of their school reports from age 4 onward. Maybe the time will come where you have to present a full education portfolio to get into University and my children will get into Oxbridge, Harvard or similar as a direct result of my hoarding. Ha! I'm sure I'm not alone in this kind of hoarding but it would be good to know that for sure.
I have kept a few of the kids tiny clothes, like Rose's teeny, sparkly dance shorts that she would still be wearing now if I'd let her, but I think these might be my favourites, Jacob's first pair of shoes. How did he get so grown up?