And I've never really focused on it too much. Onward and upward!
But something struck me this past weekend. Something minor. Something relatively inconsequential, but it caused me to pause. And to look back and remember. And to reminisce. And to get kinda sad, actually.
A simple trip to the outlets on our way back from upstate NY.
I had Eldest and Baby with me. I
So you know how when you go outlet shopping, there are a TON of kids' clothing stores? Stores like Carters, and Oshgosh and Children's Place and Gymboree...
...and it hit me that I am totally DONE shopping in those stores. Do you KNOW how many hours I logged in those places when the boyz were younger?!
But now, I have an almost 12-year old, a newly 9-year old, and a practically 8-year old. Who are all wearing "big kid" sizes, like small, medium and large. Who only want to wear sports clothing, like name brand tee shirts and mesh shorts. And Nike Elite socks. (Which is another whole blog post coming soon. $14 for a pair of socks? Please just write SUCKER on my forehead, oh wise Nike marketers.)
Gone are the days of *me* picking out their clothes and dressing them. Gone are the days of *my* fashion choices for them. Gone are the days of cute matchy matchy clothing featuring bears. Or trucks. Or alligators. Or frogs. Whimsical swim trunks. Little boy sandals. Preppy collared shirts.
He made me to take this pic of him in the Nike outlet (notice the name brand tee shirt he's sporting and the $14 pair of socks he's got in his grubby paws) standing next to a poster of his favorite Cardinals player.