Last weekend my mom and brother stayed with us on Friday night on their annual pilgrimage up to Keuka Lake (in Upstate New York). My dad, sister and nephew will be joining them shortly, but they all have work-related things to take care of in the meantime (except for Daniel, of course - he's just busy practicing his jumping.)
Friday night my brother realized that he forgot to pack dress pants and nice shoes for my cousin's wedding that's happening this weekend. I couldn't help him with the pants (but my sister will bring a pair up when she goes), but I did give him a pair of black shoes and socks which might not be dress shoes, but would at least be better than his dirty sneakers. (This is the same brother who is an Eagle Scout and will be attending Clemson University this fall.)
After dinner we got busy looking at baby stuff and Tim was moving stuff around in the car or something and I noticed he left the shoes and socks next to the dining room table - where we had discussed his need of nice clothes for this coming weekend. I picked them up and set them on the stairs that lead up to the loft where he'd be sleeping. I said to Beth, "he's so going to leave these here."
The next morning we got up and had a delicious breakfast of friendship bread and yogurt parfaits. We went to Babies 'R Us and got our crib. (I couldn't believe it, our crib was back!) My mom was pretty excited to do that for us.
When we got home, we picked up the loft and took care of the laundry. Then Beth said, "look what I found upstairs:"
Yep, Tim left the shoes and socks I gave him in the loft. So my brother's kind of a mess. I'm a little worried that Beth may think this is a family trait, what with her being married to me and all...