Ten Days and Counting

Ten more days from today. That's not a lot of time between now and takeoff you know. Have I gotten any packing done? Nope. Have I gotten a lot of shopping done? Heck yes. That's the fun part. I just keep looking at all of this stuff and wondering where I think I am going to put it. Apparently I had the misconception along the way that we could each take 13 suitcases and must be bringing 10 children home. It certainly looks that way judging by the piles I keep sorting through. Oh well. It will be like Christmas when we come home. My current dilemma is chosing what to take for the kids. I realize that these precious babies have worn clothing five sizes too big, and Miss Mag has had on the same dress in every picture I have seen, and they have been perfectly happy about it. For some reason I want to dress them up in perfectly fitting (and matching, hee hee) outfits with cutsie little shoes. I am so worried that things will be too big or too small. I don't want anything itchy or scratchy. I want matching hair baubles for my girl. I don't want my baby Elijah to be swimming in clothes, but I have no idea what size he is now. I am so proud that we have been blessed with these little people and I just want to do it right. I certainly don't want to be the mommy who doesn't know what she is doing with these Liberian children. What if I do Mag's hair wrong? Will they make me give her back and give me all boys? I just want these sweet Liberian people to know that I really can be a good mommy to these kids from their country.

Oh, the pressure.