Mani/Pedi on the Porch

     This past weekend we had a little garage sale here in town at my grandparent's shop/storage area.  The storage area used to be a flooring store, so Tate had a pretty good time crawling around on the carpet and checking out everything on his level.  It was fairly successful, but obviously not the sale of the century, since Tate was able to have his run of the room. 
     But holy cow, we almost had  fisticuffs amidst the 25 cent rope lights, the dancing Santa and my old alto sax.  Although the two men weren't fighting over one of our fabulous items, they exchanged some words regarding some old family drama.  In defense of the "victim," he did nothing to invite this harrassment and the "attacker" was obviously not the brightest crayon in the box. I was enthralled in the drama, but my Mom instantly had a stomachache, like she always gets during confrontation. Anyway, no punches were thrown and the "attacker" left the sale.  (neither men bought any of our crap either)
    In other news, this was what our family did on this lovely Tuesday evening.  Tate is totally in love with watching his Daddy mow the lawn.  He was so enthralled with watching him I was able to do a mini mani/pedi and trim his finger and toe nails.  (Aaron would not like that I used that phrase regarding his son)  But of course after the trimming, he became antsy and needed to get closer.

And this is what we look like after most meals and this is actually not too bad.  I don't really know how he comes home from daycare eating two meals there looking mostly put together, but then we do supper at home, and it's a disaster.  He feeds himself for the most part so I'll blame that.