Not as much done as I would like but it is progress.  I'm on step 23 of 120.

We took the kids to Ridgefield this afternoon.  It was fun.  It was a beautiful fall afternoon.  Perfect for wandering through a corn maze and walking through a pumpkin patch in search of the pumpkin with the biggest stump/nose (Stewart's request.) 

This picture of him makes me think of this, "I carried a watermelon!?!?"  Baby from Dirty Dancing.

Little three year old minds are funny.  Little three year olds are ridiculously picky eaters.

Friday, I asked Bill to bring home two rotisserie chickens from Costco.  I was going to use one to make dinner and one for dinner over the weekend.  As I was cutting the meat and shredding it, Parker wanted a bite.  And he really liked it, so I gave him some more.  And then Bill took the boys to Stewart's football practice.  And while they were at practice, Parker got tired and cranky and started asking for "box meat."

His silly little mind saw that Bill brought the chickens into the house in a big cardboard box - typical Costco style.  And he wanted more box meat. Cute, huh.  Except he didn't want to eat the dinner that I made with the "box meat."

I swear, if he could, he would live on corn dogs, nuggets, and yogurt.

Anyway, the whole box meat conversation reminded us of Spam.  And somehow the conversation ended up like this.

Bill gave the kids a "proper" introduction to Spam. He swears it makes awesome sandwiches with his brown sugar mustard sauce.  I didn't try it.  I'm not sure if I've ever had Spam.  I know I used to keep a can of Spam on top of my microwave as a joke. 

The kids loved it.

Typical.

This is my latest vinyl wall quote installation.  I put it in our bedroom, right over my night stand.  

Bill's deuce burger.  He wanted two patties, so i doubled it up when I made them.  It has a layer of cheese and jalapenos in between.  He thought it was super yum.

This is us at Stewart's flag football game last weekend.  :)

Me and the little troublemaker having breakfast with a new friend.

Tuesday, I sat in my office and did this and other dumbass problems like this.  IMHO, balancing equations is a big crock of shit.  So is stoichiometry.

Parker in his gymnastics class.  He is so enthusiastic about it.  I enrolled him in a more advanced class that starts in Nov.  He just loves rolling and jumping around the floor.

. . . a labor of love.  Whatever.  Whatever you want to call it - this is TEN HOURS of needlework. 

Ten hours, some felt, a few sequins, some clear seed beads and some thread. And this is all I have to show for it.

I think the only person that understands would be my mom - since she's made them.  I LOVE mine!  My stocking was always one of my favorite parts of Christmas.  It sparkled.  It had Santa on it.  It was made just for me.  (It was also the biggest of all our stockings!)  I was excited when she let me take it to hang in my home.  And I made one for Stewart.  And when Parker made his appearance, I made one for him too.  :)  I made one for Bill - but a dog took to shredding 90 hours (NINETY HOURS, 10x9 hours, 5400 minutes) of work.  So here I am again, making hime another one.

I'm sure I'll post pics of my progress, slow as it may seem.  I've told myself, I can't do any other crafty projects until this stocking gets finished.  unfortunately, that means if you are waiting for me to make you a super awesome reusable shopping bag - it's gonna be a few weeks.

Stewart's clothes  are too big for "kid" hangers.  I am phasing him into all adult hangers.  Call me sentimental, but I think that is a milestone.  And it makes me sad.

That's all for now.  :)  My little fingers are busy working on Bill's stocking.  Oooh!  I'll post a pic! Coming up . . .