So I am am donating and throwing out. Here is the donations pile on the front porch:
It's about seven or eight garbage bags so far. Mostly kids' clothes, books (crummy ones) and some dvds (okay, we no longer need two copies of Firefly). I feel better, in spite of all the perfect baby clothes I am giving away. We don't need it, and if we happen to have another baby we have lots of friends with whom we share hand-me-downs.
This feels nice. And scary.