I've spent the last few weeks clearing out the last of our baby stuff. With toddler girl heading to school next year and our son nearly eight, we no longer need the buggy and travel cot we've been storing for so long.
A few bits we've given away, and a few we've sold. Our son's old workbench that our daughter inherited ended up on eBay, and I must admit to feeling a bit sad to see it go.
Both the kids have played with it, but I think it's because it was such a big part of both their rooms and now it's not there. The person who bought and collected it said it was for his grandson, which helped let it go. I'm glad it's gone to a good home, and we now have a bit of space for the birthdays and Christmas coming up.
And yet, and yet, I'm not sure when our kids got so grown up. How is it possible that days can pass by slowly, but the years have just melted away?