Isabella at almost six is growing like a weed.
I kind of hate that phrase, actually, because weeds are the bane of my existence right now. We took Weed Man up on their offer when they knocked on our door and said, “Ma’am, would you like us to help you find your lawn?” because, yes! I did want them to help me find my lawn underneath all of those crappy, crappy weeds.
So, Isabella is growing like, well, something else that grows really quickly. (Peter Gallagher’s eyebrows? Anthony Weiner’s boner?)
What this basically means, though, is that this kid has more clothing than I do. Emily’s hand-me-downs go straight from her closet right onto Isabella’s body. I swear, nothing in this world makes a little sister happier than wearing her cool big sister’s clothing. She wears these shirts and skirts and shorts and hoodies and dresses with such pride. “Lookatme, Mama! Don’t I look just like EMILY?!?!?!?”
She was super excited this week to wear one of her new t-shirts to school. She showed it off to everyone.
“Do you love my new Beatles t-shirt?” She asked my friend Riva at carpool. “I can even read what it says! It says Tonight Only!”
Well, she was half right.
It does, indeed, say Tonight Only.
Only those are THE JONAS BROTHERS and not THE BEATLES.