I gave away a big bag of Boodi’s clothes to Geelong MumsĀ on the day of his first birthday party last month and I was assailed by the memories of his little baby days, and how much he has changed over the course of a year. I have a box containing baby cards, his hospital wristband, first little pair of socks and the soft little knitted beanie that he wore home from the hospital, among other small treasures. I was looking this week at some baby clothes that my own mother had kept to remember her babies, little pink and blue things. Looking at my older brother Grant’s sweet blue 1960’s tunic with the embroidered horses upon it, I shed a tear, picturing in my…