yardsaling

I've never felt very skillful at bargaining down a price, or having the eye to see potential in another person's junk, or even the luck to stumble on a goldmine of a sale. But last week I felt pretty happy about how one yardsale went, so I thought I'd publicly proclaim the occurence (it isn't likely to happen again soon). After spending just one hour at a Mother-to-Mother sale in a local park, I spent $2.50, and got: 2 sunhats; an infant-sized life jacket; a ring stacker toy (that classic rainbow colored one we've been wanting for a long while); and (drumroll, please).....this awesome standing table toy that has lights, sounds, music, and inside the lid there are a couple more top parts to rotate so Lo doesn't get bored of it as easily. His favorite way to play now is standing up, and a lot of times when I try to sit him down in front of a bunch of toys, he stiffens his legs so I have to keep him standing. He is constantly trying to pull himself into a standing position, which has resulted in more than one instance of head bonking. But if he is in the bathtub, with his body weight partially supported by water, then he can pull himself up to stand against the side of the bathtub. It makes him look so old.

My Aunt Stefani always says if you don't go early, don't go at all (for yard/garage/tag/estate sales at least). I attribute most of my success at this particular sale to following her advice. btw, I have lived in regions where each of those four terms was the preferred way of saying it. Interesting linguistic phenomenon, isn't it.