It’s Happening


It’s happening….my 5 yr. old is growing up.  For the 3rd time in a 2 month period we had to spend an afternoon going through her clothing stash because things were “no longer her style”.  When did she get a style?  Well at least one she was aware of?

So I put on a brave face and let her sort her clothes into “keep” or “donate” piles.  My heart was breaking as I watched her put all her Ariel, Sofia the First, Doc McStuffins, Princess style shirts & dresses into the “donate” pile.  There were a few she kept for “when we go to Disney” pile (umm they probably won’t fit her then).  The only clothing left that remotely is still “little girl” are her jammies and character undies.

How did this happen?  When did this happen?

I asked her what her “style” was and she simply replied….anything sparkly, pink, black, cheetah, zebra print, etc. Well OK.  Yes it is somewhat still “little” girlish but she is picking things her older sister would wear and wearing it with sass.  The only thing that keeps her new “style” cute and little is the fact that she only wears leggings, yoga pants, and still prefers dresses and skirts.

So I guess I will cherish the dressing up and singing along to the Frozen Soundtrack as much as I can since in a blink of an eye that too will go away.

Tough Being Little


Miss Gracie has been having one tough summer.  I have been trying to figure out what the reason.  At first I thought it was a recital hangover but her behavior has been the same for weeks following it.  Now I will be the first to admit that when Gracie is not happy she will let everyone know!  She has been having tantrums daily- lots and lots of them.  She has been talking back and very physical with her sister and brother (hitting and pulling hair).  It has been fun around here!

She is trying to be the “big girl” but her body is fighting her and reminding her at the wrong times that she is still a “little girl”. She is NOT happy about this!  And when your older siblings add insult to injury it doesn’t make giving in to the “little girl” crying out for some “little girl” time.  So I finally took over and helped her “little girl” inside her get her way.  I sent the older ones over to their grandparents to swim without her.  And yes there was a HUGE tantrum but somehow a simple cuddle, some chocolate milk, and one of her favorite movies in a quiet house seemed to help.

Whatever she is going through she is fighting with all her “big girl” might.  I want the “little girl” to win out for a bit longer.  So as much as I hate the tantrums, it will remind me and let me know my little girl is still little and still needs her momma to cuddle with and make things right for awhile-a short while!  It really is tough being little!