I spent the afternoon sorting and putting away a thousand infinitesimal pink things. So. Strange.
Also? I would like to publicly say, Laura, when you called in August and said, "Hey, I have a bin of baby clothes for you," I had NO IDEA just what you were giving me. Holy CATS that's a lot of clothes, and all of them look new. Between Laura's bin, and four trash bags full of things given by other friends, I can see why they all look so new - there's no WAY Emmy will ever get around to all of them. Thank you all so much for your generosity. I am pretty sure I can dress her for the next two years without buying a thing.
Also, my mother-in-law organized the boys' closet. AND folded 3/4 of those thousand infinitesimal pink things, and put them in drawers way way neater than I ever would have.
Those of you who have baby girls will not be at all surprised when I say I have THREE PAIR of crocheted booties (which puzzles me - if it's cold enough to need booties, it's going to be too cold to wear something I can poke a pinky through), and - wait for it - one washcloth.
Zero towels. Three burp cloths (thank you again, Laura, or I would have zero of those, too). But don't worry - her little diaper will be very well covered by any number of little ruffled - what are those things called? Bloomers, I think?
I was folding clothes a little while ago, and Asher's favorite monster truck t-shirt was parked neatly beside a pair of tiny stockings, and I couldn't help but think, is this really happening? A little girl? Here?
How do you get stockings on a baby, anyway?
PS - A few minutes ago, Brian and I were talking about our day. I said, "I went to the grocery store, finished combining bedrooms, washed all of Emmy's clothes, and took care of the kids." Brian laughed and said, "I watched a football game and vacuumed the ceiling fans. Between the two of us we did a lot today."