Wax On, Wax Off

Monday. Monday. Monday.

This lovely day has such a bad wrap. I don't necessarily hate Mondays. They can be good I guess. A fresh, new week, brimming with possibilities for the days ahead. Who am I kidding? Mondays are well, Mondays.

We had a fun filled past few days. Gma and Gpa K came out for a visit! They brought Little G some fun new car toys that he loves. He hasn't quite figured out how they work but he enjoys watching everyone else play with them. We went out for Bandana's BBQ one night and had a great time. Its always a crap shoot when you take a toddler to a restaurant but Little G did great and the food was good. You know that you have been to a restaurant too many times when your waiter recognizes you. Hey, when you find good BBQ you cant NOT go.

Danger Patrol Alert. Your house is never completely baby proofed, case and point:

This is what my favorite quilt normally looks like.


This is what my favorite quilt looks like after Little G pulls it off the table with a burning candle on top of it.

Yup. Well nobody got hurt. Which is a huge surprise considering the incident involved flames, hot wax, broken glass, and falling objects. For that, I'm grateful. And even after I get all the wax off (I'm hoping at least) the quilt will always smell good. Yup. Sad.

I got the binding finished on my happy quilt. Ditto tested it out for me. Apparently it passes his test. That's good enough for me!

We almost had our first emergency room trip while Gma and Gpa were here. Little G took a face first digger into the coffee table. Yeah. Boys. They are so delicate and quiet and slow moving. Ahem. Lets try that again. Boys. They are so tough and loud and running and spinning and spitting and crashing and smelly and funny and destructive and most importantly - resilient. At least Little G and I will have matching eyebrow scars now.

I got a letter from Connor today. Its was fun to hear from him. He sounds happy and busy. I write him a letter on Monday mornings. I miss him.

My project 365 has been kickin my butt lately. I barely can snap a photo or two some days. Those days there is no thought behind the photo. Some days it feels like a stupid homework assignment. But once I take a photo for today I will have 46 days! I want to grab a book on composition or find like an assignment sheet with some guidance. Maybe that would get me out of my funk. This is hard. It will be worth it though!

So here I am. I thought it would be nice to have the house to myself after my parade of house guests over the past few weeks but its kinda sad. I would say its quiet, but I don't think my house will ever be quiet again. I enjoyed wearing sweatpants all day and not showering. Its nice when the pressure is off. So come on over, I smell and the house is dirty. Ahhh just like I like it!