Michelle keeps giving the girls clothes that are too small for her.  This is nice because they are expensive, fashionable clothes.  Not so nice because I keep having to go over modesty rules with M.  Oddly enough, they don't make M feel fat even though Michelle and I wear the same size.  Every time M tries on something that she won't wear till fall, I catch myself trying to memorize how it fits her.  I am so scared I am not going to be observant enough, that I am going to miss the moment when she stops eating well and starts losing weight.  It is as if I am being lulled to sleep by her eating right now.