We have fabulous plans for the weekend. E, G and I are going to get up very early tomorrow morning and drive 5 (or 6) hours to DC to the wedding of my very wonderful and fabulous friend.
We picked out clothes to wear. I'm going to wear a really classy black dress from Target. Probably it will merit a picture. E picked out a black dress to match (she likes to match) but it was heavy and velvet and Christmassy. We fretted all morning. At 10:45 the postman came and needed a signature for a box which, miraculously, overflowed with fancy dresses TWO of which had matching doll dresses to go with them. E tried everything on. When the baby wakes up we're going to try everything on her and see what's best. All this fanciness is the thought and care of Matt's intelligent and wise mother Who Knows, in the depths of her heart, what a fancy dress means for an important occasion.
And then Sunday morning we'll get up at 4 and drive home in time for the Church Picnic. Its practically like Christmas, this weekend.