As a house with three girls and a clothes obsessed mother, there are a lot of clothes. Sometimes I find it fun and exciting and other times I’m ready to get rid of all of them, and give us all uniforms of some type. Like seven red shirts and seven black pants. I usually say this when I am moving on of my girls to the next size up in clothes. This last time around, I did two girls back to back. I save ALL of my older girls’ clothes so that I can pass them down to the next one. This is a great cost savings to me, but also a great time drainer. I spend days finding the smaller size clothes around the house to pack up because they are never just in the bedroom or in the laundry. The clothes are in the diaper bag, the daycare bag, another bedroom, etc. I then have to go into the garage and grab an empty tub to put the clothes in and the next size up tub. Because I love clothes, and the girls get clothes for birthdays, there is a lot of clothes when I get to the third child. For example, Little N needed size two clothes. I brought in the I think four big tubs of clothes. I then sorted between summer and winter because there was no way all those clothes were fitting in her dresser and closet. I repeated this process a week later for C Bear. I even took one of my vacation days to wrap this process up so that I didn’t have “helpers” helping me with this process.

I’m starting to see a light at the end of this clothes tunnel though. Why? I’ve decided that Little N is my last. So as she grows out of her clothes, I’m gifting the old clothes to my sister in law her has a little girl. Our clothing section in the garage is shrinking, and mostly because I had a LOT of baby clothes. Be not dismayed though. I am not getting rid of all the clothes. I saved all the special clothes for each of my girls. Each one has a tub (18 gallon, I think) that has all their special clothes from zero to eighteen months. I just can’t part with all their cute clothes.

C Bear remains a little fashionista. Below is her latest outfit from her “new” clothes. I tried to keep the holiday shirts out of her reach by putting them on the top shelf of her closet. Then we had a cold snap the meant she needed long sleeves shirts. I took all her long sleeve shirts down for her, and of course she found the Christmas tree shirt. Murphy’s law. Oh well. At least she’s having fun. And that, in my opinion, is what clothes should be. I dubbed this outfit Christmas in July.