You know that moment when you're driving along, gazing adoringly at your sweet two year-old in the backseat who's yelling out "haybales!" and "cows!" and "o-sies!" as you drive home... and you see her finger make its way from her nose to her, you got it, her mouth.
Yeah. I wouldn't know anything about that.
*** The playhouse is turning out adorable and I'm almost done - the serger popped a thread and I didn't feel like rethreading last night so it's waiting until I get my patience back. Three more inner seams and it'll be ready for a photo op!
Monday, August 3, 2009
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