Who needs a calendar when I have a 3 year old?  It’s late in the winter season, and in New England that means we could possibly get snow until late May.  So, when it comes to clothing your child, you need to A. pay close attention to the weather report and B. don’t put the winter clothing into storage until July 4^th.

The only problem is that Spicy Girl is having her usual “end of season growth spurt”, and now her pants are all three quarters of an inch over her ankles, her shirts bare her belly button and the only way to put her shoes on is with the aid of PAM.  “I just need another month!”  I cried out loud this morning as I was contorting her head through her favorite green turtleneck.

“Green’s my favorite!  Yay!”  She was so happy in the shirt, but I couldn’t overlook that the thing had more in common with a dickey than an actual shirt.   And by the way, the weather was a balmy 38 degrees.

I am unclear why this always happens.  At the start of the season, she’s in clothes with plenty of room to grow, but it’s like her pituitary gland is out to get me.  I swear, when daylight savings forced us all to “spring ahead” an hour, Spicy Girl shot up an inch when the clock struck 2:00am.

The various “end of season sales” never have what I’m looking for, so I make a bee-line for my local children’s consignment store.  Praying to the fashion gods that the store will have at least three complete outfits, and a pair of shoes that can bridge the seasonal gap – which is tough in the winter when you are trying to avoid anything with a reindeer on it.

This last shopping trip I couldn’t find what I was looking for, so I stocked up on toddler sized leg warmers and snowflake embroidered hoodies.  She looks like a chorus member in a musical production about the winter solstice.

Ugh, here’s to summer.  At least then she can get away with running around the house naked.