Piper is almost 8 but we bought this size 5 shirt for her and it fits perfectly.I went to Target this week with the kids because I am a masochist and because Granny sent gift cards. They both were ready to blow their fifty Target-bucks asap and Piper probably wasn't going to shut the hell up until I took them so I just got it over with first thing Monday morning.

Almost nothing appeals to us in the kid's clothing sections of Target anymore so we stopped short in the toddler and baby section when Piper and I  spotted the cutest stuff. "Oh-my-gosh", they were from OSHKOSH. Who knew? That brand has done nothing for me in the past so someone definitely caffeinated the coffee at the OSHKOSH factory this year. Almost everything I saw was classy, fresh, and SUPER cheap. As a bonus I think I the FBI can stop looking for the great designers that went missing at Gap Kids two years ago: it appears they went to work at OSHKOSH.

Note - they have these designs in baby and toddler at Target.com, they just list them separately.

We bought two sets of leggings and the shirt (pictured above). Leggings were $6 and this shirt was $8. Piper bought toddler size 5 even though she's 10 weeks shy of 8 years old. Yes, it fits, she looks maaahvelous!

On another note, I clearly didn't blog enough about Holiday this-and-that. That's because Christmas sucks. And Christmas sucks worse when your clients don't pay you on time and you have nada in your bag of tricks. Such a situation might even paralyze you into hyperventilating while you stare at the ceiling until the sun rises every night. It all worked out ok in the end but only because it actually ended. I don't think I took a deep breath until December 26th. Fortuitously, in a state of late-night panic, a week before "buy-shit-for-your-kids-day", I found a BOOK on my bookshelf that turned out to be worth a whopping $610 bucks and I sold it in three days on Ebay! Phew for Mrs. Claus. Fiona said "It's not like you're going to spend it on Kaluha" which ironically is exactly what I did buy first. But otherwise, I think I spared my kids another year of therapy. (Now lets just hope they don't read my stupid blog.)

Hey - don't blame me if there are a few typos in this post; Hubby's working an all-nighter and Fiona's at the beach probably eating soft cheese while getting foot massages from her loving husband. I'm on my own for a while.

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