The mantra for today. So I pulled out a pair of James' outgrown dressy shoes out of the closet and sized them up against Jack - stupidly thinking that I could accurately size shoes for my fat baby without actually putting them on his feet.
I thought they'd work - and in a hurry - left for work.
Called my favorite local children's store and talked to the proprietor (who I know on a first name basis) and had her pull the size shoe I thought I needed.
Ran out there after work, purchased said shoes and additional items for the kids - rushed to get the kids home from school, and after getting dinner started, finally sat down and tried the new shoes on baby Jack.
Jack's fat little foot is a size bigger than James' was - when James was 18 months old. Lovely.
So while I'm at it - I try James' shoes on him - the ones I bought at the end of the season last year, on sale, when another local children's store was going out of business. That I was sure would fit him now.
So now I need to say a prayer that when I call back to S. Children - that they actually have the right sizes. For both boys.
And figure out when I can get there.
During this busy, busy pre-holiday week.