Wednesday, January 21, 2009

New Parenting Milestone

Tonight I went to good old Wally-world (sorry to the Clubbs--I would avoid shopping there if Target would bother to open a store anywhere in my neck of the woods, but apparently Festus isn't good enough for them, so I have to go with my best local option). I had to pick up some office supply-type items and some milk.

As I was moving from one department to the other, I wandered by the children's clothing section. Not the one I'm accustomed to shopping in at this stage in my life. The other one. Where the BIG kid clothes are. I saw an athletic shirt that looked like it would fit the Con-Man perfectly. And I thought, "He'll be playing soccer this spring, and last year, he always needed shirts to go under his jersey. I'll go ahead and pick one of these up." I also found some athletic pants for him to wear to basketball this Saturday.

All of these items came from that other side of the children's clothing. I'm so sad...

2 comments:

brooke_hc said...

I hear ya...Eva has moved to the "other side" in Target...you know, where the clothes don't have "Ts" at the end of the numbers anymore. She is a 6/7 now. I comfort myself with the fact that I will soon be the mother of a little person wearing "NB" and "0-3 M" size (if only for a few days...my kids come out pretty much ready for the 3-6 months)but I know I'll be shopping for her on the other side one day too. I always have to remind myself of what my mom says when I lament about the kids growing..."would I really have it any other way?" No. This is what is supposed to happen. It would be much more sad if they didn't hit their milestones and grow.
But, I want you to know I feel your pain...at least we still get to dress them at this stage! :)

Kim said...

I know, every time I get sad about them growing up, my grandma reminds me of a boy we know who is high school aged, but will always be a child mentally. I'm glad that my kids are healthy (both mentally and physically), but I just wish they could take longer to grow up.

PS--If my husband has his way, I will never get to buy clothes with the "M" on the tag again. Boooooo!