I love the changing of the seasons, especially summer to fall. I love putting the sandals back in the closet and wearing socks again. I love hooded sweatshirts and flannel pants and chilly mornings followed by medium-warm days. And I love getting out all the kids’ fall and winter clothes, touching them, sorting them, making sure there’s enough of everything and figuring out the best way to fill in the gaps.
I washed all of the fall and winter clothes over the weekend and folded and sorted through them last night. Maris is all set. Hillary needs jeans, despite the fact that she is going through a dress and skirt phase. She’s been warned that dress and flip flop weather are coming to an end on Friday. Since Hillary WILL wear the same 7 outfits over and over week after week, it has to be simple, and it all has to match because she will not let me pick her outfits for her. T-shirts, jeans, all white socks. No more leaving the house in a purple dress over bright orange pants. Lesson learned.
Maris has a lot of cute clothes for this winter due largely to a generous birthday gift from her aunt earlier this month. Lots of cute matchy stuff with ample room in the behind for her cloth diapers.
Maris hasn’t fit into hardly any of Hillary’s hand-me-downs. She’s an opposite season, opposite body type, and a year ahead in sizing than Hillary was at the same age. Hillary has always been average height and underweight. Maris is average weight and over-tall with a big diaper butt. You can see why we would have some fit issues.
I’ll probably haul Hillary to Once Upon a Child sometime in September and let her pick out some jeans, hopefully steering her clear of the dress aisle. Not that I am opposed to dresses, but I am not, under any circumstances, going to listen to her whine about cold legs all winter. And she will because she’s prone to whining.
Lest anyone think this is all fun and games to lay out the kids’ clothes and enjoy them in their freshest, most unstained, unfaded state, alas, the time will come when I have to shove them all into the girls’ shared dresser. THAT is NOT one of my favorite things.