I have absolutely no short-term memory right now!
I think the sleep deprivation is getting to me. So many times I have been in the middle of a conversation with Roger or a friend and realize that I have no idea what I am talking about or what the point was of me starting my story. Anyone else ever get like this?
Anyway, in order to refresh my memory on what has been going on in our lives lately I scroll through the pictures on my phone, so that is basically what you are getting today. Those few of you who follow me on Instagram have already seen most of these...
I love this girl. Those cheeks and double chin get me every time. It cracks me up to have to pick up her chins to wash her neck at bath time.
Carson and I sorted my scraps the other day just for fun. I saw a tutorial on The Girl Who Quilts for scrappy foundation-pieced blocks that made me want to sort mine. As you can see, I really don't have many "scraps", or at least what I consider to be scraps. If I can fold it up into a neat square/rectangle to fit in my drawer, it isn't a scrap. We did this on Sunday and the next day I read about Jennifer's Scrappy Stash QAL. It sounds fun and I would love to play along, but I know I don't have time to keep up. And by the looks of it, if I kept it to only scraps I might be able to make a doll quilt. So maybe I could do it...
Max is still completely obsessed with farming, as indicated by the Kix in his combine I found the other day. Luckily for him, Roger was shelling corn right behind our house this morning so he got to go for a quick ride in the real combine.
Have you seen those pins on Pinterest for the recipe for an "instant" mug of mac and cheese? We don't buy the boxed macaroni and cheese and especially not "Easy Mac" but I kept seeing those pins popping up and thought I'd try it. This is one recipe I can say that I don't recommend. It wasn't pleasant.
Every day for the past month or so I have been asking the kids what they want to be for Halloween, and every day Wyatt has said that he wants to be a tree. Really? I was surprised, but it didn't seem too hard so the other day I bought a bunch of brown felt and some leaves. Yesterday as we were walking home from the bus stop, I asked again what he wanted to be. His answer? A monster.