My husband’s desk now sits just outside the door of what is my sewing room.
The poor man.
It just pains him to have to look in the door.
I guess I can’t blame him.
My floor is just covered with a million of those crazy little dog ears trimmed off of radiant stars. I’m not sure what the deal is with the random shoe and flip-flop.
Anyone want to come help me recover my sewing room?
Yeah. Didn’t think so.
I remember 5th grade.
5th grade was a big deal
5th grade at our school means FOUR teachers, not just 1 or even 2.
But being in 5th grade doesn’t mean we are any more likely to give Mom a real smile. (Actually, I know that’ll just keep getting worse…)
I had to go look for last year’s photos for comparison. The nice thing about doing these pictures in front of the garage door (even though it is stained and gross looking right now…) is being able to see how much taller they are. I knew they were taller, I just didn’t realize by how much. I should go figure out how many inches that is! (Will is hunched over funny in this one, that bag was heavy!)
Summer’s over. School’s here. Crazy. Summer never really started, did it??
