Every
time the boys put on a shirt, or pants, or sock, or whatever, and it
simply does not fit anymore I pitch it into a bin in their rooms. This
weekend there was no way I was going to fit one more tiny article of
clothing into either of their bins.
Thus began the Great Closet Purge of the Summer of 2012.
I pulled out everything from their drawers, closets, bins and bags of hand-me-downs, and sorted it ALL. All the tiny diapers that we got for Ferris when he first came home, Zane’s worn out training pants that he no longer wears, all the breastfeeding accoutremonts that I no longer need. I sorted into bins for the attic, piles for a mythical garage sale that I’ll have some day, and stuff that was simply not worth keeping any longer. The house was a disaster.
Throughout it all Ryan didn’t so much keep the kids out of my piles, but put his efforts into shooting this:
Yes, this was only one day. Yes, there were that many Zane wardrobe changes. No, we didn’t once ask him to put any of it on, well except to yell remind him to, “Put on some damn UNDERPANTS dude.” Zane is a dedicated nudist. I have so many adorable pictures that I can’t share on the internet ‘cause he’s in his all together.
Why I spent the whole day trying to find/sort/clear out clothes for him is beyond me. I’m clearly fighting forces beyond my control . Also, I seem to have lost an entire season’s worth of Zane’s pants. I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s hacked my system and hidden them. I'll find them in a few years when I open up a suspiciously labeled box from the attic.
Well, the jokes on him, ‘cause if I’m desperate he will wear pajamas to school. On second thought, perhaps I just go buy some more pants.
Thus began the Great Closet Purge of the Summer of 2012.
I pulled out everything from their drawers, closets, bins and bags of hand-me-downs, and sorted it ALL. All the tiny diapers that we got for Ferris when he first came home, Zane’s worn out training pants that he no longer wears, all the breastfeeding accoutremonts that I no longer need. I sorted into bins for the attic, piles for a mythical garage sale that I’ll have some day, and stuff that was simply not worth keeping any longer. The house was a disaster.
Throughout it all Ryan didn’t so much keep the kids out of my piles, but put his efforts into shooting this:
Yes, this was only one day. Yes, there were that many Zane wardrobe changes. No, we didn’t once ask him to put any of it on, well except to yell remind him to, “Put on some damn UNDERPANTS dude.” Zane is a dedicated nudist. I have so many adorable pictures that I can’t share on the internet ‘cause he’s in his all together.
Why I spent the whole day trying to find/sort/clear out clothes for him is beyond me. I’m clearly fighting forces beyond my control . Also, I seem to have lost an entire season’s worth of Zane’s pants. I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s hacked my system and hidden them. I'll find them in a few years when I open up a suspiciously labeled box from the attic.
Well, the jokes on him, ‘cause if I’m desperate he will wear pajamas to school. On second thought, perhaps I just go buy some more pants.