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...
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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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! :)
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!
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