I fell into a panic last night that our Ethiopia trip was coming up so soon and I was not ready, so rather than blogging I spent time last night ordering 24 bottles of nail polish, 10 soccer balls, 300 balloons, rocket balloons, bottles of bubbles, and jump ropes.
What? Doesn't everyone take 24 bottles of nail polish with them when they travel to Africa?!
We'll be spending time with kids in the different care points so the nail polish is for painting the kids fingernails and all the other stuff is for playing with the kids. Nothing breaks down language and cultural barriers and allows connection quite like nail polish and rocket balloons!
Oh, and travel toilet paper! I ordered some travel toilet paper. You know you are in for an adventure when your packing requires travel toilet paper!
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Then this morning I panicked again when I realized that the 11 year old, who is going with us to Ethiopia, had outgrown all his jeans, and jeans are pretty much what he needs to wear every day of our trip. Guess I should have thought of that little detail sooner, because it has been months since we've worn jeans around here, but really, for none of them to fit, the boy has done some growing!
So, tonight after dinner, the 11 year old got the pleasure of me taking him to Old Navy to do some jeans shopping. Typically I buy the kids clothes over The Internet, once they ship I have the kids try them on at home, and then I return to the store what doesn't fit. Therefore, my kids have been totally spoiled and have not spent much time in dressing rooms or hunting for their size at a store.
My son got an education tonight! He is now very well versed in the different sizes and styles of Old Navy jeans. You have the 5 different styles - super skinny, skinny, straight, boot-cut, and loose. Then within each style there are sizes (like 10, 12, etc. that correlate loosely to the child's next age). AND THEN there is the further break down of each size into slim, regular, and husky!
Needless to say, I had the boy try on about eleventy-million pairs of jeans before we figured out exactly which combination was right for him! 12 regular boot-cut, 14 regular straight, 14 slim boot-cut, 12 slim loose fit, and on and on!
All while I stood outside the dressing room door. Because he's an 11 year old boy, you don't get to go in there anymore as his mom, which is a little sad. But, OF COURSE I was right outside the door to his dressing room and he had instructions to come out as soon as he had the jeans on. I certainly wasn't leaving the judging of acceptable fit up to my son (my daughters, yes, my sons, no)!
So, while I stared at this:
A lady walked by holding her baby boy and I thought, "Just wait, you blink and he'll be trying on jeans with you on the other side of the door!"
Really, my son was good-natured about the whole thing and even suggested some of his own size combinations to try, "Mom, maybe I should try the 12 slim loose fit." Don't even get us started on the fact that there is such thing as a slim in the loose style or a husky in the skinny style!
I think it would have been less complicated to become rocket scientists, but we did discover the 11 year old's best size right now is a 12 regular in either the bootcut or straight fit.
My boy reached his personal wall in shopping with his mom when I began laying out various jeans accross the floor in Old Navy so that I could compare colors once we'd definitely decided on the size and style we needed. "Look, this one is darker. And this one has the faded parts there along the thigh." I said as he began to twitch and looked around to see if anyone was staring at us.
Then as I dug way into the back of the shelves to find certain colors I deemed best in his size, he began begging me, "Mom, let's just get these! I like these!"
When I complained that one pair had what I referred to as a "wrinkled fly" and we needed to look for a different pair, I sensed that I was pushing the whole shopping thing a little too far. I saw the look in my son's eyes that I've seen in my husband's eyes many times over the years. It is the I-have-to-get-out-of-this-store-right-now! look and I knew then that it was indeed time to go. I brandished my 20% off coupon and headed to the check-out. As we left the store with count them THREE pairs of jeans that fit the boy for a total of $36 with tax, I congratulated both of us on a successful jeans shopping expedition!
May your weekend be as merry!