I have been busy. But what's new. Phew. I sat on the couch for 1/2 second today and I realized how little I actually sit on my couch.
I have chosen to relish the time with my kids and my house has suffered in response. A walk across the dining room mat ensures a crunch or two underfoot. Drives me bonkers. But it's my own fault.
My friend Julie, a former teacher, does cool neat projects with her son, so I copied and made the same gooey easy paste stuff (see J's link for the recipe) for Wilder to test out.
He wasn't a fan of getting his hands dirty--"towel, towel, wipe it, wipe it, no like it...pleassseee," he kept saying.
Where or where does he get that from?
By the way, we were at the farm today! Here's Wilder workin' hard:
Wouldn't he make a darling ranch hand, the object of girls' fancies? I think so. But just be warned that he's not allowed to date until he's 32.
Make that 35. Ok scratch that. I want grandbabies.