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Yearly purging project: version 2013

For the third year running, I’ve been a-purging. The first year I made this an intentional New Years project was 2011, when I purged 111 things. It was so liberating and practical and awesome that I repeated the experience in 2012, purging 112 things. This year, though I haven’t reached 113 things, we purged a solid 76, with some hefty bags that made their way from the back closet to Salvation Army. Here’s a pile of the first wave of items:

Clothing was a big one, but I also threw away some old make up, got rid of CD’s from high school that I haven’t listened to in years, and books that I never plan on re-reading (i.e. The Jungle–most depressing book EVER).

Are any of you doing some out-with-the-old this year?

It’s a great feeling. In fact, have you ever noticed that the high of freeing yourself from possessions you don’t need is kind of similar to the high you can get from shopping? Hunh. (There’s probably some smart psychological explanation for that . . . anyone?)

I’ve been thinking it would be a really cool project to involve Alice in every January (and any future siblings of hers–yes, I have the baby crazies and want them ALL. ALL THE BABIES). The goal could be to get rid of at least as many things as they were given for Christmas, and more if possible. Teaching her that letting go is a healthy part of life is an important lesson, especially following on the heels of a holiday that has frankly become quite materialistic–and no matter how we choose to “do Christmas” in our household, some of that will inevitably leak in.

Of course, for now she can’t quite get a handle on purging given that she has just recently figured out that her hands are part of her body. But in years to come, once her motor skills are a little more established, we’ll revisit the idea.

A necessary dose of baby

I have more coming, but to satisfy my own needs for a dose of baby James (yes, I’m in severe withdrawal at the moment), I have some delightful pictures of the little guy, who is unbelievably turning 1 year old this January.

1 year old?? Wasn’t he just, like, born?

He’s safely back in Alaska, and the next time we see him he will probably be walking. Talking. Even running! I’ve always laughed a little at the people who say longingly “they grow up so fast!”, but I am now undoubtedly one of them. Because part of me wishes James could stay at this age forever.

One day he won’t be saying “ba!” anymore. Or making the hilarious nodding/head jerking motion when he’s really, really excited about that next bite of food. Or yanking indiscriminately at pant legs with those fat little hands to pull himself into a standing position. He may even thin out, and then what baby rolls will I be able to grab? The mere thought makes me want to burst into tears. There’s nothing like a velvety, fatty, baby thigh to make the world seem like a brighter place (see here for more on that matter).

Though I know Heidi is right when she says he’ll just become cute in other ways as he grows up, I have an alternate plan: since Heidi’s child-bearing days are certainly not over, I am hoping that she and Mike will produce a clone of baby James–one per year.

Over and over again, so that there is an unending supply of little 11-month-olds saying ‘ba’ and bobbing their heads.

Isn’t that the best plan ever? Now I just have to find a mad scientist to give me a helping hand.

Let me know if you all have any leads. Or if I’ve finally creeped you out enough that you’re never returning–I realize that’s a distinct possibility with every post I write.

But let’s get to the visuals!

Captions are provided by my dear husband, who is equally as in love with this baby as I am.

Well yes, I see your point, but I read an article in the New York Times saying the exact opposite. Do you read the Times?

Oh! I didn’t realize we were taking pictures! Hang on while I get this stoplight out of my mouth . . .

This. Is. The. Best. Apple. I’ve. Ever. Had. Period.

You can hold me . . . if you want.

How many times have I told you not to kiss me in public, Mom! Goosssh!

I pretty much got this under control.