Consignment sale shopping is about some of the best advice I ever got. Yes orginally when you found out you were going to be a parent, you hit the internet and the stores so that your precious little cherub gets everything bright, shiny and new. But then you wise up. Consignment Sale shopping is an event. And if you're anything like my friends...we make a morning of it. Lots of fun to grab some coffee and then be amongst the first 10 people in line at the Half-Pint ReSale coming up next month. I've found brand new toys still in the box, brand names on clothes, winter gear, pajamas...you name it. It's there. I usually pick up Everett's next season and next size of clothes. When I leave there...he's pretty much set. A sale I found for the first time last year is coming up this weekend..it's the Just Between Friends Sale. I specifically was SO happy with their shoe selection and their amazing amount of books! Both are great for parents of any number of kids and really great for grandparents if they'd like to have a stroller or a high chair or a Pack N Play at their house when their grandbabies come to visit. So smart. Cheers to saving tons of cash and gettin' lots of goodies.
There are few events in your life where you remember EVERYTHING. One of those rare times for me was when my nephew Carter was born. It was five years ago on Monday, St. Patrick's Day. I remember what I was wearing. I remember the 24-hours leading up to it. I remember what the air smelled like.
I was about to become an auntie for the first time and I was beside myself with lots of different emotions. Happy because ... well ... I was going to be an auntie ... and terrified because Carter was diagnosed inutero with a Congenital Heart Defect called Tetralogy of Fallot with Absent Pulminary Valve. We would also learn of other complications and issues that would finally lead to his 99 day hospital stay complete with seven surgeries - one while he was the ripe ol' age of six days. This little boy captured my entire heart immediately and my life was never the same. When I was at the anatomy scan for my own son three years later, I asked the doctor to explain to me what my sister was looking at during Carter's anatomy scan and that's when my heart sunk and the tears fell. My little guy had to fight so hard because his tiny little heart just wasn't put together the correct way.
So here we are five years later. Every year I'm reminded of his bravery and hope someday he'll truly know how much he has changed every person in our family for the good. In his first birthday card, I wrote him an auntie Netty poem. I hadn't looked at it in forever, but all of these words still hold every ounce of power that they did when I first wrote them.
~~To Be You
On the day I was told you were on your way
I smiled and thought what a beautiful day
On the day I was told you were a boy
I couldn’t help but express my joy
On the day I was told you might have a rough go
I believed you’d be fine and give ‘em a show
On the day I realized you’d have to fight
I cried myself into the night
On the day I first saw your beautiful face
I wanted to stay forever in that very place
On the day I got to touch your cheek
I fell in love and my knees were weak
On the day I first held you in my arms
I got a glimpse of all your charm
On the day I first heard your voice
I gave you my heart, I had no choice
On the day you came home to stay
I praised the Lord in every way
Now every single day is new
And you’re the focus through and through
I love you for your huge, brown eyes
I love you for your smile, so wise
I love you for always grabbing my nose
I love you for always grabbing your toes
May rainbows and unicorns dance in your dreams
May your beautiful soul learn to fly
May you always feel the love around you
May you see everything and try ...
To be brave
To be strong
To be wise
To be you
I will never take for granted my little seven-minute drive to work I used to have. We moved a year and a half ago to the east side of Madison, so now I'm a beltline commuter. These are the things that I've all too many times seen, watched and witnessed that just baffle me ... and sometimes anger me. So here they go:
If your car sat outside all night and we got inches of snow ... clean the dang snow off your back window. You can't see, genius!
If someone obviously slows down to let you into their lane during rush hour traffic, make the lane change and then give 'em a quick wave out your back window to thank them. They didn't have to do it.
Do NOT take an exit off the beltline only to cross over the road and take the entry ramp back on to the beltine. You, my friend, are one of the reasons why it's taking so long to get to work. And do you honestly think you're saving yourself any time?
When the light turns yellow and you go through the intersection, please make sure you're not going to get stuck in the middle of the intersection when your light turns red. Because now, everyone who has a green light can't go. There are expletives being screamed in cars at you ... and you don't want expletives being screamed at you, do you?
And here's just a thought: If there's an accident on the beltline during rush hour traffic because someone wasn't paying attention, their name should be published online so that they can be publicly shamed. Pay attention!
Okay so now this is coming off of an almost two-hour commute yesterday and an awful winter for driving anywhere nevertheless the beltline. So this is a little more negative and mean than I usually like to be. Once we get a day above 45 degrees, I may have a change of heart and come back and delete this post. :) Be careful and be kind, commuters!!