Growing Up.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Despite my sincerest requests not to, the little man seems insistent on growing up (the nerve of some kids!) When I mean growing up, I mean literally growing up, up, up and out of all of his clothes. I swear that this kid has been taking steroids on the sly. The other day I looked at him and saw his little belly peaking out from under his shirt, and then I looked down and also saw his ankles from under his pants. Then and there I ordered a new larger wardrobe for the little guy (thank God for Gap and Old Navy.) I then apologized profusely to my man for letting him wear high waters around town, and I promised him I would try to be more on top of things like this in the future.



It's not that I don't want to get him new clothes, it's just that every time I do, I order them a size up and somehow the little guy seems to outgrow them in the blink of an eye. This leaves me with a lot of clothes and not a lot of space to store them in. I used to get by with a tupperware bin and a cardboard box. Once the rest of his clothes arrive I realized that a box would no longer do. It was time to get serious. This morning we made our way to Target (oh, how I love that store) and we purchased not one, not two, but three Rubbermade bins.


I spent the last hour sorting all of his clothes by size. While I was sorting it hit me that:
  1. I can't believe he was ever that little.
  2. Why the hell did I only dress my kid in baby blue. If we have a girl she better be a tomboy. That or she is not going to like us very much. 



I was surprised that all those clothes only took up three bins. I broke them up by:
  1. 0-6 months
  2. 6-12 months
  3. 12-18/ 18-24 months
2 years worth of memories packed away under a rubber seal.



You never believe it when people tell you how fast time really does fly once you are raising a child. The clothes really are the surest way to see that. It feels like only months ago he was just a little blob in 6 inch pants. Now he is a walking, talking boy, in 20 inch pants. Where does the time go?

To all my friends out there who are still parents to be, after the next baby these are all coming to you, so you better make room!


6 comments :

Vanessa said...

I can totally relate, girl. My daughter just turned four, but last summer, I was moving to a new city, and I needed to downsize what I was moving to the new city.

I had kept literally every piece of clothing the Little Miss had ever worn, down to socks and onesies. I had hoped to pass them on to my next child, but then the Little Miss' Daddy left us, so it looks like no babies on the horizon anytime soon....

Sorry. You didn't need to know that bit.

Anyway, here I was with every stitch of clothing from Newborn to size 2T. And guess how many Rubbermaid bins I had? TWELVE. I'm not joking. It was ridiculous.

She's an only child, and an only grandchild. Did I mention that the Little Miss is also incredibly adorable? Well, it's just so hard not to buy adorable clothes for such an adorable kid.

Admittedly, she had WAY too many clothes. I decided to have a garage sale. I swear, the only things I sold were her clothes, and I made a TON of money. I also gave my friends tons of stuff.

I also had to admit that when each piece of clothing sold, I had a flash back to when the Little Miss wore it, and how cute she looked in it. I even had to take some of the items and just smell them ONE more time.

How did she grow so much, so fast? Why doesn't she fit in those tiny little onesies anymore? *SOB*

It's been a year, and it's getting easier. I kept the things that were the most special to me. Even if another baby never wears them, I can get them out, smell them, hold them, and just remember.

PS - Good luck on getting preggers. I had to work really hard to finally get preggers with the Little Miss. And even though there were months and months of tears, finally there were smiles.

Anonymous said...

I have 12 bins and need more!

lunarossa said...

Wow, the boy grows! Personally I've given up keeping my kids' clothes. My big boy has overstepped the 6' mark and my daughter (only 9) has taken over my trainers and flats! You will soon feel like a dwarf next to him, dear Robin! Wish you a wonderful weekend! Ciao. A.

Polly said...

Arghh it is so frustrating isn't it. I think Ollie is having a growth spurt and Im stressed that the summer clothes I bought in last season's sales are not even going to get a look in.
Im about to start sorting into bins too - I have piles of outgrown clothes stored all over the house.

Callie Durbrow said...

Wow that's a lot of clothing! Hopefully the next will be a boy and you can use the hand-me-downs easily.

Yummy Mummy said...

12? Ok, I'm showing this to the husband RIGHT NOW. You should have seen his face when I showed him three! you must have girls....if I had girls I would probably have 20...girls clothes are TOO cute!

xoxo

ym