If you thought I was scary on a lawn mower, you should see me with a needle. I’m hand-sewing a comforter for Mia, and I just stabbed myself in the mouth by attempting what I suppose is a sewing pro’s trick–holding sharp things between your teeth while you tie knots, use scissors, and other dangerous sewing activities. Whew! I can’t think straight.
I woke up this morning feeling pretty good. But by the time 10:00 rolled around, I was passed out with a migraine on Mia’s cozy toddler bed. I slowly woke up to the family sounds coming from the living room. They were lovely:
(Soundtrack to the next several minutes: The obnoxious theme song to "Milo and Otis".)
MIA: "I hungraaaay!"
CALEB: "Why don’t you have some chips? Chips and cheese?"
MIA: "No, I don’t waaant chips…okay! Mia will have chips."
CHEYENNE: "Gonna take a walk out-side today, gonna see what we can fi-ind today…"
(BACKGROUND): Crash! Bam! Clatter! Shriek! Bark!
Oh…good times, good times.
Not much at all has been going on this weekend. Yesterday we dug holes, mowed grass, filled in holes. I worked on Mia’s blanket, painted words like "Happy" and "Princess" on her wall…and…no, that’s really it. My friend Casey called me and described how her new baby crapped all over himself, her, and the Dillard’s bathroom the other day on their first trip to the mall. It gave me a nice chuckle. I don’t know why, but it delights me to hear about the exciting and dirty escapades of a first time mom…