Bathing Beauty and the Beasts

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June 28, 2011 by themommahen

Now that we are here/back in the South, (Want to know why? Click here.) we go swimming a lot. A lot a lot. It’s hot here and I’ve become a wimp, so I prefer to be under water as much as possible. So we joined the local pool, the very one I learned to swim in and where I spent long summer days and made some of my life-long friends. (Sometimes because someone else just didn’t show up that day, right JB?)

Anyway, Hatchling #1 needed a new swim suit, or bathing suit as we say in the South. Every bathing suit I’ve ever bought her has been the cute little shorts and surfer-inspired longer rashguard shirts. Like this:


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Today we reached the end of the line on her one bathing suit she has had since last year — one ill-timed nose bleed took care of that. Since we had to be in Chapel Hill today anyway, we went shopping. Well, I went shopping while my mom sat in the car with all the sleeping hatchlings. It was a long day filled with excitement, beginning with H#2’s latest escapade at swimming lessons, which resulted in me jumping in with all my clothes on and then followed by H#3’s 9-month checkup where once again, he was wayyyyy off the charts. And the office simultaneously dubbed him the biggest and the happiest 9-month-old they’ve ever seen. My little chunkahunk.


But as usual, I digress.

I go into the store and, on autopilot, walk to the toddler section. It takes me a few minutes to realize she doesn’t wear any size followed by a T anymore. Sad, *sniff*. So I go to the “Girls” section. And there are none of those bathing suits anywhere. All I see are bikinis and one-pieces with the shirts sold separately. You know, big girl bathing suits. Like this:


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Finally, I find two suit sets that are two pieces (no shorts) with the shirt to match. I grab them and pay (she doesn’t demand to pick out her clothes yet. I figure I have about two more weeks of that) and when we get home she tries them on. And she looks so grown up. No more baby, no more toddler, no more preschooler.


A big girl. *Sniff*. Or a fairy princess. (With Super Why as her sidekick.)


On the bright side, H#2 and #3, despite being nearly 2.5 years apart, can now share clothes.

All photos on this site not attributed to another source are mine. Please don’t use them without asking first. (But be prepared to answer why you want them.)

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