Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Shocking Revelations

The weather is cooling, and it seems as if it's for good (more or less, that is - we are in New England after all). So yesterday's Big Project was packing away most of Sweetie's summer clothes and bringing out her fall/winter stuff.

Luckily for us, Sweetie has inherited about 95% of her wardrobe, since birth, from a friend of mine whose daughter is a few years older than Sweetie. This has been an absolute godsend, as I couldn't imagine having to shell out the moola for an entire new collection of clothing for Sweetie 2-4 times a year. Instead, all I have to do is have hubby haul out of the attic the garbage bags full of fashionable finds. Voila! Nearly-new offerings right at my fingertips!

As I was digging my way out from under the clothes piles yesterday, I kept tossing to the side all the size 6/7 pants that were obviously too big.

Nope. Too long... too long... too long!

Sweetie's not yet 5- years old. She's tall and skinny, but not that tall. So I knew these larger sizes weren't even worth a second glance.

Then I don't know what got into me, but I took one of the longer pairs of sweatpants from the bag and decided that Sweetie should probably try them on.... just to see.... but, still, I knew for sure that I'd only confirm my too long sizing judgment.

But.....wow!.... huh!..... how 'bout that?!.... they actually fit her. A little loose in the waist, but lengthwise - just fine!

Ugh! Back to the drawing board. Bring back the cast aside "too long" options and try them all on her.... they all fit great. Of course.

Where did my baby go?!

Ooh! I know, I know! I know where my baby went! She just went.... inside herself.

See.... Sweetie's body might be growing a mile a minute. But lately she's been regressing in her behavior.

The whining! The fighting! The not listening! The TANTRUMS! Oh, the tantrums! Where in the world is this all coming from?! I mean, for goodness sake. This had better just be a phase, because if this goes on much longer I am going to lose my freakin' mind.

Then I had to go and find this post that the lovely Alice recently wrote. And I just. about. died.

So there's no hope in sight, right? This is not just a "Sweetie Thing"? Obviously this is the way it goes with the nearly-five-year-old-set in general. And I don't like it one bit.

Growing body.... shrinking social/coping skills..... huh.... I thought it would be at least 5 - 8 more years before I had to deal with this.

5 comments:

Whirlwind said...

FOM wrote about this the other day on her blog. I was warned in advance about the "six year old phase" but nothing, nothing could prepare me for this. Einey will be 6 in December and I can't wait for the mood swings to die back a little!

Mrs. Chicky said...

That does it, we're stopping at two years old. I don't know how I'm going to do it but I'm going to freeze time. There are enough mood swings in our house with me around, I don't need the extra tantrums.

Velma said...

Yeah, uhm... good luck with that!

Fairly Odd Mother said...

My oldest, at 4, was so scary, I actually read a book called "The Explosive Child". It is almost humorous to recall this now.

Now she is on the cusp of 7, and it is tears. Not tantrums, just big sobbing moments over loads of things. It can be quite tiring, but at least I'm not reading any books about it!

Tricia said...

Official scared now! hahahaha