Lullaby and goodnight

We are driving home from the Woodruff Flea Market, and Sabine, tired but unwilling to let go of consciousness, is screaming. Arabella begins to sing:

Rock-A-Bye baby, be quiet baby,
Rock-A-Bye, Rock-A-Bye, stop crying, Sabine.

Stop crying, stop crying, be quiet, baby.

The screaming stops just as we turn down our street, Sabine is asleep.

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I had promised to help out with the Woodruff Flea Market, a once a year event which is really a big yard sale, but spread over 6 blocks of one of the most beautiful neighborhoods of Indianapolis. One of our preschool families lives in Woodruff, and we all donated stuff with the proceeds of our sale going to the preschool. Last night it rained, and rained, and rained some more. The rain finally cleared off at 12:30 this afternoon and I went (with the girls) and dumped what must have been a ton (really. As in two thousand pounds) of clothes on tables. I probably emptied about 30 bags of clothing. It was bargain basement prices, $5 for a paper grocery bag filled. There were also cribs and car seats, strollers, movies, toys, furniture,even a functioning snow blower. I even bought a bag of clothes, mostly for myself, but some for Sabine. There were not the hordes I usually see at the Woodruff Flea Market, but from the moment we began putting things out there was a steady stream of customer, most leaving with at least one bag of stuff. Yay for the school!

On the way back to the van, Arabella begged for a bag of popcorn, not understanding that it was kettle corn. I got a small bag, which is huge, the size of a small pillow. She was so excited, until we got home and ate it. She doesn't like it. I already know Michael doesn't like it. I'm going to be eating a lot of kettle corn.