Growing Pains
August 15, 2007
I just spent the better part of my afternoon cleaning out Scamp’s closet and chest-of-drawers. I just received an influx of new hand-me-downs from my friend Cindy, and I needed to make room. I also knew that in Scamp’s closet I had set aside some of Spiff’s clothes he has outgrown; more specifically clothes that are part of the school uniform. It is incredibly difficult to find the right sizes of polo shirts and shorts that are acceptable school uniform choices at Target, and I hate running from store to store to find items the school deems acceptable. Unless the school wants to front me some gas money; then I’ll go anywhere they require.
This time the project was bittersweet. There were so many clothes this time that I put in the “to give away” pile, several he never got a chance to wear. Many, though, were T-shirts that he would wear repeatedly, and showed wear and tear from repeated washings. The one from Savannah, when The Hubby and I went for our tenth wedding anniversary; The one that said “Bug Collector” and had buttons where plastic bugs could be attached. (this was incredibly convenient when we’d go somewhere and got sidetracked – instant, detachable toys! GENIUS!) The striped shirt he looked oh so cute in, and the “Born in the USA” that he wore just one year ago at the 4th of July Parade in Mount Dora.
The one that made me tear up a little was the little red shirt, the one that says “me in amsterdam”. Not because I was one of the Bloggers in Amsterdam, because I wasn’t. Amsterdam was one of the stops (really, just the airport) The Hubby had on his way to and from India two years ago. That trip was the reason I began this blog in the first place, so he’d have a chance to keep up with us while he was away. So I was sad for a moment.
But then? I remembered that The Hubby said that there was porn in the airport gift shops. That explains the little guys expression:
And then? I looked down at the carpet where I had dropped the hangers as I weeded out the sizes. Now, because of this little cleaning jaunt I have the luxury of this:
Niiice. Very nice indeed. Me and the little guy up there in the photo had the same expression.
Who knew that piles of 3T boys clothing out illicit such a range of emotions?
Excuse me, won’t you? I have some empty kids hangers to marvel over.
August 20th, 2007 at 2:49 pm
i am dreading the quarterly grab-and-bag of everyone’s wardrobe b/c i’m about a year behind. thanks for the reminder and the inspiration. i am envious of your progress.
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