This post is sponsored by Old Navy. Check out Old Navy’s Kids and Baby sale in stores or at oldnavy.com.
Aside from the crippling reality check that comes with waking up on the birthday of your child for the fifth year in a row and wondering where all of the time went, it appears that your child will have wildly spurt to a length and dimension most commonly referred to as “bona fide bean pole”.
Sure, dad and I are both tall, lanky weirdos and we assumed that someday Dylan would follow suit, but not so quick, not like this. Where did the time go? I didn’t sign on for this. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE YOUR FEET ARE GROWING SO FAST?!
So here we are. Before us towers stands forty-four and a half inches of a scrawny five-year-old with an unexpectedly opinionated fashion sense and an awareness of all things little dude. Marvel comics and Star Wars, patterns and fits, this kid has got his eye set on what it is he wants to wear when he struts around the playground. I fear for the only two words that describe this child of mine: Lady. Killer.
“my stormtrooper shirt does super cool tricks on his bicycle.”
This year, in addition to what seemed like ALL THE TOYS EVER, the birthday boy made out like a bandit at Old Navy’s Kids & Baby Sale with his mega haul. Three t-shirts, two pairs of skinny jeans (see: bean pole), a long-sleeve button up, a pair of “super fastest red shoes with lightning speed laces” and, naturally, a pair of basic black flip-flops for under $100. It’s no wonder his mother is so addicted to this sale every year…even though the kids and babies are not included.
It’s just a sale on the clothes, though. I know. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but if I’m okay, you’ll be okay. Promise.
Damn You Fine! Print: I was selected for this opportunity as a member of Clever Girls Collective, and the content and opinions expressed here are all my own and I don’t ever, ever, ever take kids and/or babies from Old Navy. Just my own after I checkout. Pinky swear.