Call It What You Want...

(That's me)

This is the weekend of the annual South Harbour Garage Sales. While we have no interest in holding our own sale, Daddy's daughter took her little guy off to the sales to look for good deals. Of course, Dad's theory is "nothing more than $5." But I was actually looking for things I might want-slash-need, not just the fun of shopping.

Mark came along, though he got very tired of in-and-out-of-the-car, and everything bought was for him. The favorite item is a like-new Fisher-Price baseball set. Mark thought it nice, and the bat didn't leave his hand for the rest of the garage-sale trip. He may not be ready to play ball, hit the ball with the bat, and run the bases, but gumming on the bat was good enough. ($1)

Mark also got two or three shorts outfits (one piece) and a couple shirts. Very cute. Barely worn. Mason (the previous owner) was proud to tell me that he's three years old and he gets to go to preschool next fall.

Several garage sales with bright-colored toys on display failed to net any purchases, but the last one we stopped at had just the thing: a toybox with sliding doors on the front and two shelves above the box, much like the ones we had when we were kids. ($15, I confess, over Dad's $5 limit.) It looks like the shown ebay item, except is in primary colors. That way I won't lose it.

Right now the new toybox is in the corner of the living room, full of toys.

This morning we went out to some more sales as a remedy for Mark's cranky mood. He happily flirted with grandmas tending their sales, but we didn't find anything that we needed. (There is a great Little Tykes workbench just up the street, but $25 is too much for something that's out of Mark's age range that we're going to have to store for a year or so. It lists at $75, looks terrific, and would be fun to play with (for us), but... Well, not time. When Dad comes tomorrow, maybe he'll talk them down.)