It’s that time of year. I dread it with every season and growth spurt. The boys look like they are waiting for a flood and the little firecracker looks like she is wearing half shirts. We have a great storage system out in the shed for the clothes that have gotten too small for kid 1 to go to kid 2. We also have a friend who gives her kid 4 clothes to our kid 3. It’s win win. Everyone but the oldest gets hand me downs. Sky brings in bin after bin for me to sort through while the boys are at school and I feel overwhelmed with the amount of laundry and sorting that I have now been added to my list. You may, or may not, know that the youngest is highly opinionated about what she will and will not wear. If I think it’s ugly or it doesn’t match- she loves it. If it’s a dress, has princesses, has ruffles, is pink, has flowers, or I think it’s cute- she hates it. It’s a real treat, she once gave herself a concussion when she was 11 months old and didn’t like what I put on her- she threw herself backwards off a chair. On our anniversary. As we were about to go out for our first date in a year. No biggie. So, today….she started going through her bins and literally dumping them on the ground. Tossing items behind her saying, “Not happening” when it wasn’t her “style”. Then I head a loud shrill, “WHAT is THIS!” as she walks around the corner with this:

Moderately horrified that there is a bikini of the American Flag in her bin of “new to her” clothing she freaks out a bit. Not sure what the freak out is about I ask her, “What’s the problem with it? I don’t think you should wear a bikini anyways so don’t worry about it.” While lifting her shirt and pointing to her non-existent chest she replies in all seriousness, “Well THESE are NOT going to fit into this little thing” and throws it down on the ground. This girl….she has some dang good self esteem. Who am I to correct her?

PS: Ignore her messy hair, it was “hot” here today and she had been playing outside. She normally has perfectly combed and styled hair.