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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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Jennifer C

It is a strange journey. And bittersweet is exactly the right word to describe it.

At the beginning, there was just no way to know I'd find myself sadly packing up a raggedy cat (Meow-meow) and not-so-raggedy lobster and some creepy Polly Pockets. I can't even imagine the day I pack up Itchy Frog and the beloved helicopters and airplanes. *sniff*

Carole

It is indeed fleeting and there are lots of bittersweet moments in your future. My baby will be 20 on Monday and it seems like just a couple of years ago I was packing up her plastic baby toys.

FunnyGal KAT

When I was packing away FunnyKid's outgrown clothes, the only thing that kept me from losing it completely was knowing they would all be pulled out again (and, if he has a brother, worn again). I think what will help me finally get rid of them is the money I can make by consigning them. But I'm not looking forward to that day at all.

Kim

Oh, I sometimes still get weepy going down the baby aisle at Target!

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