My babies are growing up. Tuesday I went shopping for spring/summer clothes for both of my girls. Sweet Pea is now in 7s while Baby Girl is just starting into 3Ts. It didn't take me long to realize that there is a huge difference between 6 and 7. Apparently, that's the transition from cute girl clothes to young lady clothes. No one told me.
The dresses were what got me. I always buy the girls cute, pastel, frilly, flowery dresses. My tomboy children don't usually have cause to wear things like that on our little farm so I tend to go overboard for Easter. Baby Girl, no problem. Sweet Pea? There wasn't a thing there that qualified as cute or frilly. The dresses all reminded me of things I wore when I was 10 or 12. She's only 5. Where are the big fluffy skirts that crinkle and swish?
We're taking big steps all over the place. I just filled out paperwork for Baby Girl to start preschool next year. She'll officially be attending the same school as Sweet Pea. My mother is quiting her job next year to stay home and take care of my nephew (1) and Baby Girl when she's not in school. I'm so used to having her with me at the office at least part time. I'm not ready to give up my girls! I thought I'd have another year before I had to take this step.
At least there's one graduation we're ready for. Baby Girl's big girl furniture is being delivered on Saturday. She'll finally be out of her crib and not a moment too soon. Our cats, both of them, have decided (after much screeching and fighting) that Baby Girl's crib is the most comfy place in the entire house to sleep. Now if they'd picked Sweet Pea's bed this wouldn't be a problem. She adores those cats. Baby Girl, not so much. She starts raising hell the moment one of them steps foot into her room. She doesn't want them anywhere near, let alone sharing her pillow.
It didn't take the cats long to figure this out...and decide the best plan of attack would be to jump into the crib in the middle of the night and curl up, one at her feet and one at her head. Which would be fine if they didn't wake her up in the process. I can't tell you how many nights I've been woken up (always at about 2 AM) with Baby Girl yelling at the cats to get out of her bed. The just stare up at her. Guess who gets the job of ousting them?
What I'm hoping is that once the bars are down she'll be able to shove them out all on her own and I can finally get a good night's rest. Of course, that assumes she doesn't start sleepwalking like her father and sister. I'm not holding my breath.
Are there any changes at your house? And are you ready for them or dreading them?
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