A month ago I woke my husband up on a Saturday at some god awful hour with the excuse of we were going yard sale shopping. He was not happy. An hour later, I was not happy. That day was a total waste of time. Oh, there was baby stuff to be had. If you don't mind poop stains, mold growing on strollers, or food bits from the previous owner still clinging to every surface. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.
Today, the yard sale concept redeemed itself. We gave it one more try and walked away with a few gender neutral outfits, a wipe warmer, a fancy nursing cover, and a few other odds and ends. No large items like pack & plays or strollers, but I still walked away a happy woman. It's a start.
Hopefully there will be more yard sales happening in the coming weeks. Cause we find out what this little Mongo is in 3 days! And then the outfit madness will begin.