Maybe I shouldn't have celebrated church nursery success quite so much last week. Little Mister got sick and has been more than a handful this week. He's also gotten everyone else in the family sick. Including the baby. Though my being sick seems to be just starting. Woooo!
Baby girl coughed so loud last night, she woke him up. Payback!
The husband says he'll go to church by himself ... Hope so.
In other news, my mom loaned me her sewing machine that lives here locally. I hemmed 7 pairs of pants that night and have made 3 shirts for Little Mister. Who may or may not be called Stitch from here on out.
I believe Stitch was created by someone with a busy, naughty, destructive (not intentionally) 2-year-old. Stitch was programmed to destroy things. So are 2-year-olds.
I'll see if I can get some decent cell phone shots of the shirts later on.
My ankle is feeling much better, and I am still being a good girl and wearing my brace when I'm awake.
Stitch is trying to help. I'd better save the baby and the computer.
August, in a nutshell.
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