Pictures for Grandma

Back in March when my mom came to visit, she was surprised to hear that Ava hadn't been getting into the cupboards, as apparently her uncle had a special interest in that activity as a wee babe. She is making up for lost time now! Here is Ava on the move:

Who me? No, not me!

She can keep herself pretty busy with her new activity. Its fun to watch her discover! Makes you wonder why we even have any toys in the house!

Hi, My Name is Ally and I'm a Tag Sale-aholic.

Let me hear you now, "Hi, Ally!"

Thank you for your show of support. At least I've taken my first step, right? Admitting the problem?

I found a GREAT estate sale last weekend. I'm finding that the best recipe for a great tag sale is older house out in the country, maybe on a farm, an older lady's house. I could have bought so much more, but I stood my ground. This is actually a pillow case, but I'm using it flat on the kitchen island right now. I HEART the colors. They had a ton of stuff like this. One of the ladies running the sale said "oh you're one of those....what do you call it? Shabby chic people, aren't you? (I'm not really, but what do you say?) She then proceeded to point out all this great stuff to me. Every few minutes.

This is handmade. Not totally sure what it's going to do yet. Perhaps hold magazines in the guest room.

Some of it isn't exactly baby friendly. But I love it! An apple crate. This might flip over and be a table in the outdoor room. (the one in my mind. That MAYBE will become a reality when pigs fly. I would LOVE an outdoor room)

And this adorable vintage baby romper for a dime:

Modeled by Miss Ava herself. It's a 12 month outfit, but I don't know if it'll fit her in another month-and-a-half! I'm sure sizing is different these days. But I figured for a dime, I had to get it!

Thanks for listening, and for your support as I battle my addiction. To tag sales.

Why? Why now? Why here?

Okay, so on Monday I decided to stop eating sweets for awhile. While I was pregnant and now that I'm nursing I have really just gone overboard with sugar. And I'm a good rule follower, but not good at limiting myself so I decided just to cut them out altogether for awhile. Plus I did the same thing in college and was successful so I wanted to see if I could still do it.

Well last night we had a terrible sleeping night with Ava, and my alarm woke her up so I stumbled out of bed, starving, into the kitchen and saw this: They have been haunting me all day. I couldn't even eat lunch in the kitchen because they smelled so much better than my food and I swear the smell is following me around! But you know what? They are still sitting there on that plate. Bam! I can DO it. And I can ignore the Easter candy in the guest room. And the chocolate in the pantry. Heck, even the Diet Coke my mom left is tempting me from the fridge, and I think Diet Coke is g-r-o-s-s! Sorry, I had to rant.