

Complete with my emergency supply of Cherry Twists. That beading is hard work and I have to keep my energy up, ya know!

Life as I know it is not a source of wonder. It just involves a lot of dirt.
And Katie at the egg, ummm.... golf ball and spoon races. We seemed to have a tie dye theme going on there.
This is the smallest and least suggestive I could find. She is still going to swim in them.
God help me when this kid gets hormones.
My garden really is pathetic this year. Have you ever seen a sorrier tomato?
I have a few pairs of socks on the needles right now. This one is Austermann Step, #18 Vulkan. It is sitting on another little sock bag that I got on Etsy from Stuck in Illinois. I thought it would be great for dog shows.
P.S. I was just tucking Katie into bed when I noticed that she had a halter top on under her night gown. Katie loves halter tops probably mostly because I won't let her wear them to school. When I asked her why she just said "Cause I'm a girl." Apparently she told Dallas earlier that it was because she "was a woman - well, not quite." Well, that explains it.