We were grossly unprepared for the experience. We didn't have a bag. We didn't bring enough money. I didn't wear a tank top (it was 800 degrees in there). I didn't bring my camera. And I didn't bring my phone. The phone part was especially stupid considering I was planning to catch-up with a couple girlfriends. By the time we were ready to leave, it was PACKED. We walked through the crowds and didn't see any familiar faces, so we booked it out of there. Did I mention it was 800 degrees inside? Sweat was rolling down the side of my face and down, er, other places. And I had to pee like WHOA.
Um, SWOON! The sweater vest is actually red - the light makes it look orange (it's nighttime and I was using artificial light and no flash - it happens).
We're already talking about next year's sale. I'll still be considered a "new mom" so I'll be able to partake in the preview sale. Next year, however, we will go prepared. We'll take much more money. We'll take bags (we have Ikea bags that would be PERFECT). And we'll leave L Bean with Grammy. Divide and conquer is our game plan. We're pumped. A google reminder has been set-up. Oh yes, we're THAT excited.
Husband's allergies are flaring-up, so we stopped-by Rite-Aid on the way home to pick-up some medicine. While we were there, we also grabbed some diapers (we try to grab a pack of diapers whenever we're at a store that sells them in a effort to spread-out the expense. And don't worry, we're not buying newborn diapers). We also grabbed some snacks for Husband's hospital bag.
When we got home, Husband installed our car seats bases. It was easy peasy. Both of our cars have a strap specifically designed for a car seat, which is nice. Husband has informed me that it's called a "latch strap." Whatever the name, it made the task easier than we taught it would be.
|Since it's important, he read the directions.|