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Miss Gus made the boy's costumes. She is such a great big sister. Best of all... this years costumes were refashioned from former costumes, great news for the budget.
The boys really wanted to look scary in their photos. The babies don't really like being around their brothers looking so scary. The babies also revolted and chose not to wear costumes this year (again).
She's far too cute to be a pirate.
It was tough getting a smile out of her.
A murder mystery party happened last night... everyone looked lovely including all the suits borrowed from various father's closets. (Miss Gus was the photographer for the event and I think I'm might have to pass the camera over to her more often).
a bit of trauma because little "I" ate all the Cheerio warts from his project. It is very tragic.
We recycled an old heavy knit t-shirt that had a few holes into this cute hat. Hat tutorial: You can find it here
Scraps from a baby quilt I am making (from scraps of receiving blankets) I have wanted to try this Dresden plate block. I'm not sure what I will do with this practice block. I really love to make something like this quilt in Material Obsessions by Sarah Fielke. (Love the red and white polka-dots).
There are babies being born right and left around here. Two new nephews in the last couple of months. A cousin any day now. Makes me a little baby hungry.... I think I'll just volunteer to tend.
To the untrained eye (like mine), coming into the kitchen and finding a trail of chocolate chips seems a little bit suspicious. But then again, I have no idea about most things that happen around here. (The babies took care of the remaining chocolate chips as I was going the laundry so clean up was easy.)
This is a lesson about football: positions, plays and strategies, that a sweet daddy was teaching his daughter. Munch has been attending the Friday night games and expressed confusion about what was happening on the field. I felt like I had left out something in her education that she didn't know what was going on not that I'm an expert.
Armed with her chocolate chip knowledge the next game proved to be enlightening. She returned home from the game frustrated commenting that the players looked nothing like the chocolate chips and it was impossible to tell who was doing what.
It's a good thing she plays tennis.
She won the tennis ball bobble head trophy for being undefeated this year and winning the region tournament. Grandma and Grandpa sent the girl bobble head trophy inscribed with her name. It was very sweet. This is all in "fine print" because she doesn't want me making a big deal out of it. I just think she is amazing, especially because she has no depth perception, due to only having one functioning eye.
He thinks he is so tough. The second his siblings get home from school he tries to tackle them.
He tries a bit of biting, as this is his only effective weapon at this point. Something we are strongly encouraging him NOT to do. Someone always gets their feelings hurt, so there are plenty of hugs and kisses.
I now have a gaggle of geese. I only needed about 29 and I made 35 different blocks. Not a problem, except that I forgot that with each block I was making 4 flying geese. Now I have 140 instead of the needed 29. They were fun to make.
I tried to work with a paper pieced flying geese method, but the reality is I really dislike paper piecing. I know it's accurate and wonderful. I've heard and read about all the benefits, but it's not my favorite. I must be paper piece challenged because it just doesn't work for me and I am constantly having to start over.
I love the changing temperature and colors.
One of the trees out front is stunning right now. It has such a huge array of colors: purple, red and yellow. I don't know if I would have appreciated the changing colors as much if I wasn't "home bound". I am noticing the small things change from day to day. It's miraculous.
Pulled this project back out and am working on finishing the top this week. (9 inch blocks) It will be a king size and I'm putting off squaring up the blocks. Maybe tomorrow.
