gobble gobble

I was determined to make Cole's Thanksgiving Day shirt. I went everywhere, couldn't find anything to make. I decided on trying those iron on transfers- in my mind would look cheapo- but as long as I made it. My first try was more successful than my second. Pretty sure it's suppose to read "Eat Beef."

crafts

Nothing makes me happier than a good craft project. Okay, maybe God, family, and friends beat it,but it's a close fourth. My best "crafties" come from unexpected sit downs that result into something really cool. Today I got 4 hours... 4 HOURS.. while Cole napped. I saw these darling canvas paintings in Fun Stuff, took a pic with my camera phone, and made one. I'm now taking orders.

I never realized how steriotypically southern my grandmother is until yesterday. She likes my hair long, down and fixed. Within 30 minutes of being with her, she told me "you're hair is so short, I think I like it longer." Then, "now, your nail polish is a little too dark, don't you think." And, "Honey, your hair is now too short to try to wear in a ponytail." Love my maw maw.

i really want to like coffee. it has to be healthier than waking to dr. pepper. i don't like sweet, but i like a little flavor. any suggestions for good coffee?

yuck

The day has arrived. Cole has found his nose, better yet, the inside of his nose. We met PJ for lunch today and as we're sitting there trying to get him to eat, which is rare now because he is so easily distracted. He tried putting something in his mouth and as he did, accidently, a finger went up his nostril. PJ and I both bust out laughing... huge mistake. He now thinks it's hilarious to stick his finger up his nose and now we have a nose picker.

Merry Christmas?

Today while on hold with a professional developement, if you will, I actually heard Christmas music. SERIOUSLY? it's a tad early.