1 box down, 4789 to go

So on this past Saturday I was all set to go clean mom's basement. Or at least get some pictures for my blog. Neither happened. Refer to post listing reasons why she can't clean the basement and insert any of those. Also, since starting this blog I'm pretty sure I will never be allowed to be in my parents house alone anymore :/ I did however stop by during the week where I saw a lone box containing misc. items in the hallway that I was allowed to take with me to donate containing valuables such as a plastic container and a child's toy construction hat. My brother is 19 so I want to know how much use the construction hat has been getting in the past 15 years, but I guess this will be one of life's unanswered questions.

Cleaning ninja (not actual picture of mom)

If my mom is reading this, kudos on your ninja stealth abilities to quietly remove the box of rugrats toys I had placed with my stuff. Don't think I didn't notice that you hid them so I couldn't take them with me in the donate box.

I was also able to go through some dresses that my mom saved from when I was a baby to see what I would like for my future child if it's a girl. My baby will be a vintage fashionista come summer time assuming the Chinese gender predictor is wrong, as it currently predicts a boy. For the clothes I didn't pick, if I had a yard sale the Amish community would go nuts, but my mom decided to keep the dresses to "give to someone else" which really means "keep forever."