In a box in the basement...

is where you will find all the clothes I bought for Jack.

Surprisingly not difficult at all to take them out of "his" closet, only until I was at Target buying containers for them did it hit me.

I'm buying Rubbermaid containers to put away my dead son's clothes.

The mother screaming at her daughter to "shut up" while I was trying to decide which container would be big enough for the two overstuffed garbage bags full of clothes I had? Didn't help...

After finding a suitable container, I decided to look for some paintings or canvas prints to hang in the new mancave. Why, oh why, do they have kids room paintings in the same aisle. Of course there was a "would have been perfect for Jack's nursery" elephant print there.

Time to leave...

I went next door to Michaels to look for a laminating machine so that I can make cards to attach to balloons for Jack's EDD. Can you believe its $80!!!  Forget it!!!   I found a little sticker maker machine for $25 so I bought that and will make decals/stickers to attach instead. When I was making my way to the register, the timing was perfect for a little blonde haired blue eyed girl trying to hand her mother a plastic flower....and me turning a corner....to have her accidentally say "Mommy..." and hold out the flower yet have me standing there instead. Honestly, I don't know how I made it out of the store without making a scene.

Today was just a really rough day.... especially later on when I boxed up the clothes that were taken off the hangers earlier. Taking them out of the closet wasn't painful but putting them in a box...in the basement...hearing the snap on the lid.... sounds pretty permanent. I know they're just clothes but I feel like I put a lid on the story of Jack and that makes me feel awful. Obviously that's not true but it felt so final like nothing in this house is his anymore. We took away his room. We took away his clothes. What next? The crib/rocker? At least those will stay in the house....if not for Jack then maybe for his brother or sister when they arrive.