When I began noticing that Annabelle’s itty bitty jeans no longer covered her tiny ankles, I knew it was time to make the switch. The switch I both love and hate. The switch that always makes me cry. The switch that means my sweet baby girl is growing up.
I’m talking about changing over Annabelle’s closet.
It’s always emotional for me to pack away pieces of clothing that I loved on her, knowing she will never wear them again. So, usually, I cry a bit. Which is probably why I have turned so many of Annabelle’s too-small clothing into decorations. (Like I did with her Laugh Until Your Belly Aches t-shirt, her monogramed dress and her Christmas Pj’s).
However, this time, I didn’t have a free moment to get all mushy over the cuddly winter sweater with the big pink flower on the lapel, as Annabelle was in full-on helper mode. She confidently walked around the room telling me, “I help you organize, Mommy.”, all while stuffing clothing into drawers and empty plastic bins.
She might be cute, but she wasn’t the best assistant. So I gave her her very own bin to fill, and kept the bins I was organizing high on her dresser and away from her “helpful hands”.
My favorite part of our organizing “session” was that she kept asking me to put random pieces of clothing on her. Here she is in her organizing attire.
A baseball cap, pajama top, leggings and a shrug. Girl’s got style.
For specifics on how I switch Annabelle’s closet and keep her current and past clothing organized, you can check out this post here.