Signs I am losing it:
1) Reading through some paperwork I’d filled out for my daughter’s school, I noticed that next to the question “weight at birth” I’d answered “20 lbs.”. TWENTY pounds.
She was twenty inches at birth. 6 pounds and change. Inches……pounds….whatever.
2) I just called out “C’mon! In here Roomba! C’mon!”. And expected it to come. Duh. I was immediately embarrassed that I called out to a robot like it was a pet. A pet that sucks up hair instead of depositing it.
We went to my friend’s son Jack’s 4th birthday party this weekend. She said that he needed an apron for when he plays “chef”. Hey! I can make aprons!
I used some way old Waverly scraps I’ve had tucked away for the apron.
I cut the ‘J’ out of a bandana print patch and made the ties with red double fold bias tape.
We gave him some cute wooden food to go along with it. I hope he likes it!