The boys are still in jammies. Why? 'Cause we had another snow day today. Two last week. And? We just got a call that our trash service isn't running for the rest of the week, maybe next week.
Kansas? Mother Nature? You can stop now. Please.
In other news. Ever try to take a picture of a happy baby without a flash?
I'm sorry. That's just pure awesome.
And when he gets tired of the clickity-click-click-click?
Emery is not amused. Nor is Kylie. But more because that little human stole a lot of her attention. Bitter much, puppy?
And yes, I did make him that bib. He's such a drool-y, puke-y, gnawing-y baby he has to wear bibs at all times. We average four a day. And guess what? I despise bibs with velcro. Can't stand them, they chew up whatever they are washed with. Which means they get washed alone.
So, yes. I made Emerson a bib with a snap. Because snaps rock!
And yes, snaps do rock! But you know what else? It took me over an hour to make a stinkin' bib. All those carefully (or, ahem, not-carefully-enough) curves take for. ev. er. to mange. And I have a quilt to work on.
I am unofficially (and I mean, very unofficially) participating in the postage-stamp quilt along. Of course, it just added to my pain when I was told by the old biddies at the local quilt shop that a two-inch-square quilt is not a postage stamp quilt. It has to be one-inch or less.
It's hard not to tell old biddies to shove it.
In any case, I have three sets of strips together (after I spent over an hour getting reacquainted with my seam ripper). Fifteen more sets to go.
So maybe, maybe? I'll have this quilt top completed by May. Maybe.