Rain or Shine

The first Saturday in May is like a holiday for my mom and me. It's the Jenks city-wide garage sale day. I tell my mom that though we will probably move back to Colorado in the next year or so, I will try to always try to make it for the first Saturday in May. Don't worry mom. Thanksgiving and national garage sale day...I'll be there :)

My mom is an extremely generous, bargain-hunting diva who finds great delight in running a booth at a local flea market. We're pretty different that way. To me that doesn't sound like fun at all. I'd rather work a shift a month in a hospital than deal with hauling around furniture in my car. But for my mom, it's not about the profit, it is all about the thrill of the hunt. And I have to say...I do have fun finding good deals when I am with my mom, and I feel sad (more for her than for me) when I have a day where nothing catches my eye.

Fortunately, Saturday was not one of those days. I spent less than thirty bucks and came home with all kinds of great things...mostly like-new, name-brand clothes in sizes my kids will need a year from now (including two new guitar shirts for Levi...he loves "strumming" the guitars on his shirts, saying "Brrmmm, brmmm, brmm.") I found a simple, yet beautiful vintage yellow souffle dish for a dollar, a cute skirt for me (also for a dollar,) and an extra baby bjorn potty (just like the one we have in our bathroom) to keep in the car while the kids are potty-training (two dollars.)

And I do mean kids...as in both of them. I've always thought my nana was crazy for claiming that my dad was potty-trained at nine months. Ridiculous! "You were trained, nana," people might say. But low and behold, like good karma, Max started peeing and pooping on the potty (fairly regularly) when he was nine months old. I've heard people say that the second child does everything faster, but this is sort of freaking me out. When I put Max on the potty, he nearly always "produces." Levi says "Good job brother!" and then proceeds to do his business in the guest room closet. I guess I am glad that he doesn't seem jealous of his younger brother's potty genius. See, there is always something to be grateful for :)

Love,
Kate