Why there is no Fashion with Big

Caroline was born with guns blazing.

Eyes wide open (literally).

Ready to take on this world and not back down.

She definitely marches to the beat of her own drum.

So, when someone recently asked "Why don't you do a Fashion with Big segment on your blog too?"

I chuckled a little.

Obviously, my Caroline is NOT a dressy bessy like her sister.

She does have a few staples in her closest.

1. Cotton shirts with the occasional cardigan...

Some are Crew Cuts, The Children's Place, Old Navy, 7 For All Man Kind, Polo, etc.  She could care less.  As long as it is cotton and comfy.  She is down with it.  Dresses are a battle that I don't like to fight.

2.  Merrell Tennis Shoes

She picked these out.  She thought the toggle was super cool.  The fact that they are waterproof is even more cool.  She will jump in a puddle in a hot minute.  "Look Mom!  Waterproof!"  Yeah, but your jeans are not sweet child.

3.  Launch Slouch Boots

Big got these for Christmas and they are already scuffed so badly.  Damn scooter.  She loves them.  She says they are "com-fort-a-ble".  Therefore, she wears them.

4.  Pants/Shorts

Girlfriend loves jeans, khakis, and athletic shorts.  She HATES leggings and skirts.  Let's not even talk about tights.

So, in short, Big isn't into glitter/glitz/glam (thought she does love a peace sign).  She has a few key pieces and they all equal comfort.  She has her own sense of style but in a much different way than Bug.

Both girls are always dressed cute.

The girls are just so different in so many ways.  Fashion just happens to be one of them.

I guess since Bug doesn't express herself in so many words, clothes are her way to express herself.

Big expresses herself in words and she has NEVER been short on them.

OMG

Big was sitting on the couch eating her mini corndogs (yes, I feed my children that trash.  I also let them drink Coke while they said trash.  Sue me.)

She called me into the den.

I just knew there was another spill or ketchup smeared on the walls again.

No.

This time I walked in and she looked up at me and said, "Mom, how many more years until I am in college?"

I automatically answered, "A LOT!"

Ummm... no.  Not really.

I thought about it.  I stood there in utter disbelief.  This was the first time I had realized how little time she has left as an elementary school, middle school and high school student.

"12.  Only 12 more years," I told her with a big lump in my throat.

These past 6 years have gone by so incredibly fast.  Before I know it, 12 years will have passed and my Big will be packing up to go to college.

I will admit, some days I wish things were easier.  My children are at such a demanding age.  In reality, I know I will miss it.  I am sure there will be a honeymoon period though where I am in paradise and my kids will leave the hell alone.  I am so looking forward to those days.  But the reality of the situation... I am not looking forward to.

12 years.

12 years and my Big will be a college student.

I am going to go cry now.