Good bye old friend.

Evan developed an attachment to a pair of his old pajama's when he was about 12 months old.  They were red and we named them 'fleecy'.  We had a pair an identical pair of green pj's too and those went to Mamaw Linda's house so we didn't have to remember to take the coveted item home every night so Evan could go to sleep.  Fast forward to Sunday.  Evan has decided he no longer needs fleecy.  (insert sigh and my little boy is growing up here).  Now Chris and I have asked Evan several times over the last two years when he was going to give up fleecy and he said 'never', 'when I go to college' or 'someday'.  Ok, we didn't push the subject knowing that he wouldn't really take fleecy to college (or we really HOPED he wouldn't!).  What did it take for fleecy to be tossed aside?  A comment from his brother.   'Evan why do you still have fleecy you are almost 10.  I don't have taggy any more.'  That was it.  Fleecy was cast aside.  When he told me this I said OK and took them.  He did say 'don't throw them (both green and red) away, daddy says they are a mento'.  A memento?  'Yes a mento'.  Ok I won't throw them away.  So in they went to the 'retired' baby stuff that I will one day get out (can anyone say High School Graduation) and wonder where time went.

Farewell to Fleecy and part of his childhood, sniff, sniff.