Well, it’s finally time. I’ve put this to the back of my mind for several months now but I just can’t avoid it anymore. I know that as a parent it is just another step that you take as your child grows… but I’m not ready.
I handled it fairly well when we took Kiera out of daycare and put her in Pre-K. Okay… okay…fairly well might possibly be a bit of an exaggeration, but let’s not get into a debate over that right now. We need to focus on this new, life-altering change that is fixing to take place.
Are you ready? Take a deep breath. It is time… time to move Kiera’s clothes from baby hangers to normal size hangers.
Stop laughing! This is serious, people! Do you realize the enormity of this situation? Now, instead of keeping her cute, little hangers in her room, I can literally open my closet, grab a hanger and put her clothes on it! Her clothes will be using the same size hanger that my clothes fit on!
I need a moment to breathe.
I remember before she was born, I washed all the teeny-tiny clothes that we had been given. I took special care hanging those precious, tiny clothes on little, pink hangers. In fact, I recall trying to reach my hand into some of the legs of the pants to turn them right side out and my hand was too big to reach the end of the pant leg.Once she was born, I loved dressing her in all the different outfits that hung in her closet. It didn’t faze me when she moved out of her 0-3 month clothes and on into her 3-6 months clothes. It was somewhere around her 9th month, that I realized I had let her clothing situation get away from me.
She was lying on her changing table and I was attempting to button the little onesie that she was in. I glanced up from the uncooperative buttons to her smiling face. As I glanced back down to the buttons, I did a double take. I suddenly realized that her outfit was too small for her. I pulled it back over her head and checked the tag.
The tag read 6 months. Now, for a normal person the problem would be obvious. But, I was not a normal person at that point. I was working full-time and had a colicky baby. I had no brain cells left at that point in my life.
I grabbed another onesie and slipped it over her head. Same problem. I pulled it off and checked the tag. It read the same as the last, 6 months. I dug through her drawer for a brief minute before the reality hit me right upside the head.
My baby was 9 months old and somehow it had not clicked in my head that her 6-month outfits were getting too snug. I quickly remedied that problem by pulling out a bin of 9-12 month clothes.
The point I’m trying to make is… it snuck up on me. One moment, she was in teeny-tiny clothes, the next the clothes were a little bigger and then a little bigger. But each time, her clothes would fit on the cute, little baby hangers.
Saturday, as I hung up laundry, I came to terms that it is time to make the switch. Even though my heart is not 100% sold on the idea of making the switch, my brain is telling the rest of me how annoying it is to constantly pick up clothes that keep slipping off the hangers.
That being said, this upcoming weekend you will find me at the store, purchasing pink, normal size hangers. If by some chance you see me in the store, holding onto the normal size hangers and see me shed a tear, know that I will overcome this small breakdown and be back to normal as soon as her clothes stop sliding off the hanger.
Oh, and just a heads up, go ahead and mark your calendars for another minor breakdown around August. That’s when Kiera will start Kindergarten. Use a red pen to mark that one down.
