Why Pay More When It Feels So Good To Pay Less?

In early August, the Hugs and Kisses Fall Consignment Sale descended on Fayetteville. As usual, I had a plan and a spreadsheet. Madeline’s 2T wardrobe was pretty much set, after my clean-up at the spring sale. So I turned my focus to the new baby, whose arrival is now just eight weeks away.

When we had Maddie, we made sure to get all of the major baby necessities (crib/bedding, pack-n-play, rock-n-play, bouncer, swing, etc.) in gender neutral colors, so that we wouldn’t waste money buying it all again in “boy” colors, if we were so endowed. With all of the big things already taken care of, I knew I had to start supplementing his slim-pickings wardrobe (turns out there’s not much a little girl can pass down to her brother)!

Luckily, boy baby made out like a bandit at this sale- tons of new/used apparel, almost exclusively Baby Gap, Ralph Lauren and Polo, with some Carters and Old Navy sprinkled in. Check it out…

Newborn Consignment Clothing

Newborn Lot- Note the teeny, tiny polar bear jacket. Squee!


0-3 Months Consignment Clothing

0-3 Month Lot – These sweater outfits kill me, as does the brown bear suit.


3 Months Consignment Clothing

3 Month Lot – My little buddy is going to be quite the gentleman.


3-6 Months Consignment Clothing

3-6 Month Lot – It’s hard to imagine him being this big when he’s not even here yet!


Children's Consignment Haul

A few 6 month onsies, a baby K’tan wrap, black dress shoes for Madeline, an Aden and Anais sleep sack (which I ended up selling at cost on a buy/sell group today, because it was size Large- meant for 12-18 month olds aka HUGE), a changing pad with cover and a Diaper Genie Elite 2. NOT pictured: Madeline’s Halloween Costume.

Time Spent: 4 hours (with Madeline snacking away in the stroller)
Estimated Cost New: $800+
Total Spent: $255 (this includes tax)
Total Earned Back From My Consigned Item Sales: $71

There is nothing like spending less than $200 on over $800 worth of quality, gently used baby items. So I ask you (yes, you who has not yet experienced the thrill of the chase that is buying consignment)- why pay more when it feels so good to pay less??

Read more about when my love of consignment sales first began!

Assuming Command: Alpha Troop 5-73 CAV

So much of Andrew’s career in the Army feels like it has been leading up to this, but it never felt real or attainable until he grabbed onto that guidon last week. Or maybe it was when the Blackberry woke us up that first night at 12:30AM, and Andrew got up to go in to work. Command is a family affair. And for better or for worse (maybe a little bit of both?), our lives have been changed!

One week ago, Andrew took command of Alpha Troop, 5-73CAV. We had a gorgeous (albeit hot) day for the outdoor Change of Command. And following the ceremony, Andrew and I hosted a reception for our entire troop. It was a momentous day for Andrew and for our family, one we won’t soon forget.

Alpha Troop 5-73CAV

Alpha Troop looking picture perfect!

National Anthem

Madeline sticking close to her Daddy during the National Anthem.

Passing the guidon

No turning back- guidon in hand!

Alpha Troop 5-73 Change of Command

Madeline accepting her welcome rose.

Change of Command

Partners in crime.

Alpha Troop Commander

Andrew delivering his speech.

Lunch

Lunch!

Desserts

Desserts!

Shadow Troop Cake

Shadow By God Cake!

The Wilhelm Family

Our family.

We’re so proud and privileged to serve with Alpha Troop for the next few years. Shadow by God!

baby, you’re a firework.

Uncle Sam's wife, Lily.Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, and America’s kicked off the month of many parties in our house. Happy July!

I’ll admit, our Independence Day celebration started out a little slow. I did bake an awesome blueberry coffee cake and even popped a little American flag on top. But we didn’t get out of our pajamas until after lunch, or should I say after family nap after lunch. Past Andrew’s failed attempt at reading aloud the Declaration of Indepence to a rapt audience, we had no plans for the evening. So I came up with the brilliant idea to dine out at Chik Fil A- nothing more American than that (she says while cringing slightly)! After slamming some chicken sammies and a Dr. Pepper- yes, I did observe the holiday with a drink (of caffeine)- we returned home and looked around at each other blankly.

It took a beat, but then I remembered that I had leftover sparklers from Madeline’s first birthday party last year tucked away for just such an occasion. Seeing as our girl is not yet, but almost, two, we decided she was too young to hold a flaming stick herself. So we sat her in a patio chair, lit up the mini-fireworks and waved them around in front of her. “Aren’t they cool!? Sparklers! Yaaayyyy! They’re awesome! Woohoo!” I exclaimed. She didn’t even crack a smile. Maybe they’re only cool when it’s actually dark out?

After our fifth and final sparkler (we’re animals, I know) burnt out, I herded the crew back inside. Before anyone could get bored, I quickly passed out mini American flags and musical instruments, turned up the volume on some sweet marching band tunes and started an indoor family parade. I’m sure at first they (my husband, daughter and puppies) thought I was crazy, but it’s hard to resist the allure of a big trombone and a certain piccolo solo, am I right? Before long, Andrew had gone out to the front porch and brought in our large American flag to lead our parade. We followed him from one end of the house to the other with our heads high, knees higher, laughing harder than we have together in as long as I can remember. Click here to see a brief snippet of Madeline’s patriotic spirit!

Not long after Maddie had gone to bed (not to worry- she’s a champion sleeper), the real fireworks began. We watched the Macy’s display on TV (you can take a girl out of New York…) and then took the baby monitor outside so that we could catch a partially obstructed view of the on-post fireworks finale. Before heading up to bed, Andy and I creeped on our neighbor’s adorable driveway fireworks through our windows with the lights out, oohing and ahhing.

As far as partying with your toddler goes, it was a birthday well-celebrated, for sure. And as I closed my eyes sometime after eleven, listening to remnant illegal fireworks in the surrounding neighborhoods, I thought about how next year at this time how I’ll probably be cursing those same neighbors for waking my littlest baby and smiled. America!