Come on-

There is nothing that makes your heart race

quite like loosing your kid,

Even in your own HOME.

Beckham is the kinda kid who likes to poo in private.

When the urge strikes, he heads for his closet

and plays with his toys for a few minutes

until the deed is done.

This took place the other day so I figured

I had a few minutes to take the laundry and fold it, brush my teeth,

and perhaps put a bra on with a real shirt, not one of Aaron's old

T-shirts.

When I was done I walked back to Beck's room and he was nowhere to be

found. I searched all his favorite hiding spots, NOTHING!

I started to get a little worried but common sense kept telling me

he is here somewhere!

A few more minutes of full panic and me waddling my fat

preggo self all around the house and I hear something,

Something coming from the laundry room.

Weird, the door was shut. He couldn't possible be in there...

Than again, it is Beckham we're talking about.

Good Bye old duds.

Last weekend Aaron started cleaning out the closet

of all the things he hasn't worn.

It ended up being a little contagious.

As I began digging on my side of the closet floods of memories

came to me.

How can one little Esprit shirt hold so many memories?

That little number is still hanging up.

I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it.

All those justified purchases from J.Crew and Banana Republic,

"It's okay to spend that much on a T-shirt, they'll never go out of style!"

All of them tossed in a black garbage bag

and off to be donated for someone else to create

some special memories in.

Good bye old threads! It feels good to have all that

extra room in the closet,

Maybe after the baby comes, We'll have a shopping spree of our own!