I am seriously behind on emails. In fact, I have owed Jenny an email for months. Recently, she commented that she has trains! for! sale! Suddenly, I have free time to email her because I am a Train Whore. So, there you have it, Innernets. If you need an immediate response from me, offer to sell me something. It worked for Jenny!
Ah, it is my very favorite time of the year! Our subdivision's garage sale is looming. The past two garage sales in which I participated happened to be while I was pregnant. My energy was just not into it, but I did manage to drag my woebegotten junk out to my driveway and wearily collect nickels and dimes anyhow.
This year is different. So very, very different. I am not pregnant and have finally emerged from the postpartum fog that has been haunting me. I am totally jazzed about collecting all those nickels and dimes this year. To boot, I am getting rid of most of our baby gear.
Yes, you read that correctly - baby gear. Crib, high chair, bouncy seats, swing, jumperoo, baby bathtubs. Gone, baby, GONE. We are done having babies, so there is no need to keep that stuff now. I think I am supposed to be weepy that it is going, but I am having difficulty shedding tears because I cannot wait to get all that crap outta of my house.
Anjali has slept no more than twenty winks in the crib - we are firmly in the co-sleeping camp and as long as everyone is sleeping, she can sleep with me until she heads to kindergarten for all I care. One thing I have not complained about here is sleep deprivation, now have I? Furthermore, she refuses to sit in anything that Arun is not sitting in. She wants to be with him and screams if you try to put her in the high chair now.
However, X and I were chuckling at what the neighbors will think with all the baby gear in our driveway in a few weeks. After all, we obviously have a baby, because we hang out in our front yard all the time with her.
Tons of Flickrage to be had - this is just a sampling of about 30 photos recently uploaded. All photos are set to private, but invite me as a Flickr friend if you want to see the rest. I am assuming that if you are reading my blog, you are probably not a pervert.
I'm a Jayhawk.
Practicing His Paparazzi Wave or His Perp Walk. Your choice.
Damn Straight, They Had Better Be WASHABLE.
The View from my Chair. Lucky me! No?
A Pair of Jokers