The garage sale is over.
Ginormous Dora dollhouses and mongo sport gyms are enjoyable. But when trying to find room for a new brother or sister, it's best to say goodbye to the junk that they rarely play with toys taking up too much room.
I actually enjoy having garage sales, which should be fairy evident given that in our almost 7 years of marriage, we've had 5. There's something rewarding about people giving me money to take away my crap. Eric thinks I'm crazy, but secretly, I think he has fun too. I am glad that it's over, though.
9 weeks to go.
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