hypothetically

let's say it was last sunday, and a big mean dude from the craft police stormed into my house and bellowed WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW FOR YOURSELF?



and while you're here let me show you why I'm so pleased to be using an old computer desk as a new sewing table





there are probably a couple other things he'd ask me during our visit



and if he came back today inquiring on the quilt top I'd say it was completed Monday and dropped off to the quilt shop for my first ever have-someone-else-quilt-it experience and I'm expecting it in a few days. wish me luck!

somewhere you should go




loved it loved it wanted to turn my house into it loved it

go see the pictures big at flickr

dreamland

dreamland2

gave up the binky completely + nursing less often for twice as long + not as easily lulled by the swing now that he is a big boy= time for maxbaby to learn a little self soothing

dreamland1

it has not been bad at all (proof is that i'd even risk entering the room to snap a picture). downside to a boy who loves his crib (or momma's bed) is a boy that only loves his crib (or momma's bed). not grandma's. not a carseat on the floor at a restaurant. not a picnic blanket.

ahhhh babies.

p.s. lily the previously kind-of-badsleeper who only slept away from mom so far the day her little brother was born and who's mom has even recently had to employ this

chart

to keep her from joining the mommy-daddy-bed in the wee hours had an actual sleepover outside under the stars with bwampa and aunt hanna (just across town in their backyard). she told me she'd be ok and not miss me too much if she could a) have smores b) go in the hot tub and c) bring pinkie pie and pandy the panda and some transformers bandaids just in case because grandma only had regular bandaids and that just wouldn't do