Sunday, July 24, 2011

What do Garage Sales and the Cabin have to do with each other?

Nothing. But that's what this post is about. Let us tackle these complex topics in order:

Issue A) Garage Sales
Our neighborhood had a community garage sale, so being the little thrift master I am, we scored on some loot. Here's what we netted for about $50 bucks...


Bouncy chair for Nana and Pop-pop's house. Currently being enjoyed by one black and white kitty cat.

Why don't they make these for grown-ups? I'm not ashamed to say I'd be first in line for that piece of merch.


Moses Basket. Orignially didn't know I wanted one, but for $7 bucks turns out it's the one thing I've always wished for. Came with full bedding, which was in the washer on HOT setting while this picture shoot was in the works. Germaphobic much?

Baby's First Bible. Because second hand religion is how we roll at the Smoz residence.

Christmas Newborn Onsie. Half of me is shocked that a baby will be small enough to fit in this, while the other half of me is shocked by the fact that something big enough to fit in this is going to propel its way out of my tender lady parts in 4 short months.


Arms Reach Co-Sleeper. (Which can transition into a bassinet/pack-and-play). Nick and I have known that we want to co-sleep with Eggy initially, and loved the idea of a co-sleeper. Allows us to keep our bed space and keep Eggy safe, but also keeps Eggy within easy arm (and boob) reach. LOVE that we found this - it's in perfect condition and costs over $100 less than if we had bought it new. Turns out the incense I light for the shopping Gods DOES pay off! 


The Koala Pillow Pet is Nicholas's. Just wanted to make that point clear.

Bottle of water that the girl at the corner lemonade stand scammed me for. She gave me those pathetic "no one's stopped all day to purchase from me" eyes, but when I looked in her little Crayola pencil box cash register she had more money than the US Mint stashed away in there. May have to look into opening my own corner stand on the weekends. Though I've heard the insurance for those kinds of things is a bitch these days.
 I'm seriously considering turning into a hardcore garage saler after all this raging garage sale success. I may be a convert. Unfortunately it would mean I'd need to wear a fanny pack full of single dollar bills, an ill-fitting straw hat (inevitably picked up from some garage sale, natch), and drive around town at 5am Saturday morning to sit in people's driveways waiting for them to open the garage door to heaven and allow the manna of sales to pour out upon me. Yeah. Still some issues to consider there.

Which moves us right along to:

Issue B) The Cabin:
My mom, dad, Nick, me, and Sheeba went up to the Cabin today for a day-trip. The Cabin is up in Medicine Bow National Forest in Wyoming - about a two hour drive from our house. While my dad stayed to help his brother and family slave away clearing off some trees around the property, my mom, Nick, and I conveniently slipped away to partake in some hiking.



Sheeba despereately wanted to leave to go play. "NO SHEEBA, SIT! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A FAMILY PICTURE, DAMMIT!"

Pregnant woman on wet rocks standing next to a raging river? Why of course that's a great idea! I can hear my wonderful doula sighing and shaking her head at me now...


My Ma and me (with the "me" part of things looking pretty large and in charge.)

It was all fun and games till we remembered that Sheeba can't swim.



Nick looking very pissed off at this point in the photo shoot.


We figured out that the last time a pregnant woman was at the cabin was when my mom was up there pregnant with Dan. How crazy is that?


Oh how cute - Sheeba found a stick she wanted to play with!

Upon further investigation, this is starting to take on some very suspicious non-stick-like qualities.
Um yeah. That's a deer leg. With half its fur still on it.




Deer-leg depression in the car on the way back to the Cabin. She will never be the same.

****Tomorrow is the big day for an Eggy privy parts reveal! Keep you fingers crossed that we have baby cooperation!!! ***


1 comment:

  1. You know your doula well. So, why I ask myself, do you insist on doing these things! (Imagine the sound of rapping nails on the table.) I need another cookie for the stress! Every pound is on you baby boss! :)

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