snapshots from the weekend
I think I’m just about recovered from our very busy weekend!
Our dearest friends in Omaha are moving out of state in a couple of weeks, and we decided to piggyback on their yard sale. Lately, I’ve been feeling suffocated by the amount of clutter in our house, and I was finally able to convince JB to part with lots of things on which we’ve (unnecessarily) placed a sentimental attachment. Pretending as though we were the ones packing up to move, we gathered kitchenware, electronics, furniture, clothing and additional stuff to sell. I even sent JB back to the house during the sale to pick up a couple more items I remembered we had but didn’t need anymore.
As luck would have it, it was chilly and rainy the morning of the yard sale. I’m talking major thunderstorms. Still, we managed to make a couple of sales before we were able to move our merchandise out of my friends’ garage. Eventually the sun revealed itself, and by the end of the day it was in the 90s. Hot and sweaty, we packed up our unsold goods in boxes to be donated and celebrated our successful one-day sale with take-out pizza and frozen margaritas we whipped up in the blender. Then we threw our kids in the bathtub, which may have been more fun for us parents than it was for our sons.
More exciting than the wad of cash we pocketed, though, was watching Levi bravely explore my friends’ house. He climbed on top of their ottoman and pulled himself up on their baker’s rack. Yes, he’s starting to stand up! He won’t pull himself to standing on everything, but in the last couple of days, he’s been getting up on his two feet more and more frequently. And I have to admit, I am less freaked out about this latest milestone than I thought I’d be. (Isn’t that always the case, though? The unknown is scary.)