Garage Sale 2.0

Maybe I didn’t inhale enough dust the last time around. I thought we were done with garage sales. It’s a lot of work and somehow we usually end up with more junk than we started with. I guess I just have amnesia because when I got pregnant (and decided to purge a zillion things from my small house to make room for a baby) a garage sale seemed like a swell idea.

So this weekend we had another garage sale at my mom’s. My nieces helped. They made $22 selling lemonade and brownies all by themselves! Not too shabby.

Little Emster

Remember my niece who was born way back in February? Well, look at her now! I can’t believe how much a baby changes in six months. It just makes me realize that in almost half the time I’m waiting for my baby to get here, my baby will be growing right out of that little baby stage. Amazing.

I loved hanging out with the little Emster (that’s her nick name, more on that later) because I need all the baby practice I can get. I’ve been picking my sister-in-law’s brains for info on everything from postpartum blues to brands of nursing pumps to how much you really need to pack when you want to go somewhere. The learning curve for this motherhood stuff is huge! But I think I’m up for it.

Toby and I have officially started the whole naming game. We’ve talked about names we liked since before we even got married. It’s always been a fun topic. But now, it’s exhausting! There are NO boy names out there that I like. None, zip, nada. We are both so picky. We bought the coolest name book (thanks to whoorl for the heads up on that) and read it from cover to cover. We’ve settled on a girl’s name, no problem, but we might have to change it now because we both agreed to keep it a secret and of course I blew it within the first 24 hours and told somebody. I’m the worst secret keeper EVER!

We also agreed that I’m not allowed to put my baby’s name on this website ever. Bummer. I really wanted to follow my favorite mommy blogger’s and just lay it all out there but Toby put his foot down and said, absolutely not. I reluctantly agree with him. It’s okay if I advertise my identity for every thief to steal but it’s not really okay for me to advertise my kid’s, especially when I plan exploit them with a zillion cute pictures every day.

So there it is. You’ll never get to know my baby’s name. I’m sad too. But don’t worry, I’ll have to come up with a very cute nickname. Right now I’m thinking “june-bug” or something like that. I’ve always wanted to call my baby some bug name. I think it’s cute. What a june bug has to do with a baby born in January I have no idea. Maybe for the sake of this site’s theme, I’ll call them “baby-spy”. We’ll see…

That brings me around to the whole nicknaming of my little cutie-patootie niece up there. All little children will be nick named on this site from now on, so her mother gave me the honor of nicknaming her. Yikes! Can I do it? I’m having naming writer’s block these days. If it’s not coming up with a name for my kid, it’s coming up with a name for Toby’s Dad Cove. I’ve already struck out three times on a name for the Cove. What, you don’t like “Yannop (as in Ponnay backwards) Cove”? Come on!

So I struggled with nicknaming little Emster. She has the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen and the creamiest of skin. I thought about calling her Peepers or Peaches… but decided on Emster instead. I think sometimes you have to just go with whatever comes first. Maybe I’ll change it later after her mom reads this and tells me it’s the stupidest nick name she’s ever heard.