On Friday I went to a flea market. Now I can stop boo-hooing that there aren't any around here. I haven't been to a flea market in years. Years. There was an annual local antique tractor show with a flea market. I have missed it for the past few years because of soccer games. This year I learned that they are open on Fridays, too, which I never knew before.
My favorite find of the day was this tin picnic basket. I have wanted one for years and I found a stall that had two. The other was the red & green plaid, which I had seen before. I had never seen this yellow one, so I was drawn to it immediately. So far I have used it twice. I filled it with snacks for soccer on Saturday and filled it with snacks yesterday when the boys had off of school and we took a little trip.
At the same stall as the picnic tin, I found a box of vintage Christmas ornaments.
I was happy to find some Tupper Toys (made by Tupperware). My grandmother had a set that we played with as children. I had bought an incomplete set many years ago (when Carter was a baby), but I found a complete set on Friday for $2.
This poor baby. Let me tell you. He has it rough.
Yesterday we were leaving the house. I was rounding up the children, refereeing some arguments, and it was hectic. It was hot outside so I decided to take my stuff (picnic tin and tote) to the car first and start the car so it could cool off. The older children followed me and got in the car. I usually put the baby in the car first (and not the "stuff"). I ran back up to the front door and as I was pulling it closed to lock it, I heard Sawyer talking. He was sitting in his car seat in the dining room. I almost left him home alone. If he had not been talking when I reached for the door, I think I would have left him there.
Yeah. I don't think I'm going to win any "Mother of the Year" awards anytime soon.