Last night, I got out the two huge Rubbermaids with the girls’ summer clothes, and almost got through the official seasonal exchange before I passed out — with just one load of laundry and another basketful left to put away. (In our world, the seasonal exchange means swapping a few light jackets for dozens of tee shirts and shorts.)
We are overwhelmed with clothes — mainly because we have so many hand-me-downs (I’m not complaining!) but also because these kids simply don’t grow much.
Sophie’s almost 6, and she can easily squeeze her little but into a pair of 2T shorts. Even Annabelle, who has no chromosomal excuse, just a short family, complains that the 5T shorts literally fall off her almost 8-year-old hips.
We should all have such problems.
To misquote “Beverly Hills Chihuahua” (now available on DVD), “They’re tiny but they’re mighty.”
One thing I have noticed is that Sophie’s definitely getting taller. She and Jack the puppy can now both easily reach items left on the kitchen counter. Not good.