When I was a kid, about once a year my mom would make me try on everything in my dresser and closet to determine what still fit and what I needed for the year to come. The process was torture and I hated it. I'm pretty sure, especially now that I am a mom, that she hated it as well. It took forever and was boring and I moaned and groaned through the entire process.
A couple weeks ago Andy informed me that he had outgrown his pants and needed some new ones. Except he didn't do it nicely, because that's not always how he operates these days. Instead he just barked at me, "Buy me pants". I fought to ignore his statement, went upstairs and counted to ten, and then came back and told him that I would be happy to purchase new pants for him after we went through his closet and dresser to determine what he had that actually fit. What's the saying? Paybacks are hell.
One day after school this week we holed ourselves in his room and went through all his clothes. I'm pretty sure that we've only done this one other time in the past three years we've lived here because it is so unenjoyable. We found multiple things that still had the tags on them that probably haven't fit in two years and other things that fit up until a month ago. The kid is growing like crazy and will be taller than Charlie and me by Christmas.
By the time we finished, we had two good sized bags of clothes to give to two of the neighbor kids that are a couple years younger than Andy, and another bag that will be donated. He can close he dresser drawers once again because now he only has four pairs of jeans that I bought him in the spring, two long sleeve shirts and a short stack of t-shirts and shorts (that will not fit past this fall). As soon as Old Navy has a good sale, or we have no choice because it starts to get really cold, we are going on a serious shopping spree.
He can't fit into kids' sizes anymore and now is wearing men's small. Which means the price of his clothes just doubled but he's still growing out of them as fast as a kid. I really don't see him slowing down anytime soon.
Despite his size, he still likes to be tucked in at night and read with us and even snuggle and hold our hands once in a while. But I don't see that lasting much longer. The other day he said he couldn't believe he was going to be in high school in two years and then said, "Where did the years go?". Funny, I thought that was my line.
Where indeed my little man.
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