Today, Jon and I spent more time (and money) in Target than we ever have before. We'd gone through all the gifts and tried to figure out what clothes we had for the kids and what clothes we still needed. This after some comedy of deciding we had their sizes wrong, carefully rechecking each step along the way, and coming up with the exact same answer our friend Nicole had already supplied us with. (We weren't doubting you, Nicole, we just thought we'd given you false data in the first place.) So we made up a list and went off to Target, and within minutes were aimlessly wandering, picking stuff up, putting it down, putting it in the basket, taking it out of the basket...It's really overwhelming. First, Target. Already overwhelmed. Then the plethora of decisions. Okay, undies, size 6--does that mean medium or small? Does she want briefs, high cut briefs, bikinis, or boy shorts? Does he want boxers, briefs, or hybrids? Why are all the girl colors day-glow? Why do all the boys' t-shirts have writing on them? Will she want plain jeans or jeans with embroidered hearts? Will he want skinny jeans, baggy jeans, or cargo? Is she a dresses girl or a shorts girl? Does he like crew socks or footies? It went on for approximately seventeen hours, although Jon may tell you it took far longer. He, incidentally, was a trouper. (Or possibly a trooper.) When I was disappointed to find no long-sleeved tops for Inesa, he suggested we try Old Navy, Ross, and Goodwill, which is where we finally got lucky*, since Goodwill knows no seasonal orders.
We also managed to get waterproof mattress covers, because we decided better safe than sorry on that one. Now both beds are made up. It is really something to walk upstairs and see two bedrooms just waiting for their inhabitants.
Tomorrow I must grade. We also have a number of people stopping by in various capacities, so we will probably stay home. It will all be rather Victorian. "The Gassaways are receiving today."
*I just mean we found some long-sleeved tops. In case you were confused.