Today we went to Target and spent Auntie's gift certificate in the Crayola aisle, as ordered.
She's already hard at work, creating new masterpieces.
Last night, we made pizzas, with whomp biscuits for crust. We did the Goob up in one of my aprons and let her help. She has, of course, decided she loves 'being cooking'.
And here's a priceless shot the husbeast got by pure luck.
Otherwise? Uh. I'm knitting quite possibly the most garish BSJ in the history of the world.
Took that a couple days ago; it's almost done by now. The Goob loves the colors and keeps asking when I'm knitting something for her, so that may be up next.
Christmas knitting? Huh? I don't know what you mean. (I had this really subversive thought the other day, that if I'd quit being nice and knitting gifts for god and everybody, I would have time to do more design work. I must quit being nice. Someone let me know how to do that.)
Plus I'm getting out the non-USB glue gun this afternoon, to finish up some ribbon projects. Fear the glue gun.
11 comments:
I love cooking with kids. There is more to clean, but they have so much fun.
Pam
Clearly, lady, you haven't seen my version of the BSJ from last year.
She is adorable. And she seems like she really knows how to live life in full color.
Look at those bright eyes! It looks like she's having a great time.
Auntie is thrilled with Lily's choices...she is the little artist,move out here and I can get her things in the gallery next to mine.... Such a cute cook! See she has your cooking gene.
Okay--BSJ--me lost.
but other than that, I can watch your kid grow for years--and I have! I was here for her 1st:-)
Oh she's fantastic. What a great girl. Being cooking. I love kiddie language!
BSJ baby surprise jacket
"Brace for a 'religionizing of archeology' rant, soon"
Cool. My pet rant: All unidentified things must have ritual significance... Why? Why must they be for ritual use. Use your "$%%&^ imaginations and figure out some other type of use...
Sorry to hijack your mention of a rant...
I love cooking with my kids. Even if they're not kids anymore. Every one should be able to go into a kitchen and cook themselves a meal. My daughter has a friend staying with us who cannot scramble eggs or cook anything else. It's a crime. She walked to WaWa to get a hotdog when there were hotdogs in the freezer. I have a lot of work to do here.
What's a whomp biscuit please?
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