Ellie's Belly is swelling, she loves being flipped over on her back and cradled like an infant and she is searching for a spot to have her kittens. Last night she woke me up trying to scratch her way into my bottom dresser drawer (Stu's drawer really).
I don't know about your kids, but mine LOVE pumpkins. When we go to the grocery store I tell them they can select 1 item for themselves and the past couple trips we have left with pumpkins. Emma got greedy yesterday and chose the big one, but it was so cheap I let her have it, but she had to carry it up the stairs. Oh and they are really tricky to try the "self checkout lane" at the commissary with exotic squash. FYI. I got jumped on by the supervisor and the cash register itself for my stupidity. Nothing like being bellowed at by a computer.
We went to the Westen Apple Fest on Sunday afternoon. Other than the apple butter, apple cider and apple dumplings there really were no apples at the festival. It was fun, very fun, but where were the apples?
Another Ellie shot. I had just cleaned off the table from the breakfast chaos and found Ellie in the pumpkin basket.
The Shade Garden quilt is almost finished. I just have a tad left to quilt and the binding is cut and ready to go. I can't wait to see it all finished! I am going to send it straight to Michelle in Houston so she can have it at the Quilt Market. Yes, yes, I know I am cutting it close. It is awesome though!
Ok, one last thought before I return to my sewing room. Have any of you been watching the new shows on TV? Have you noticed all the PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) characters? The hot blond nurse on Mercy has it, the red headed Doc on Greys Anatomy has it and so does the Chopper pilot on Trama. Her quote last night kinda cracked me up "Your idea of a Rush is my idea of Retirement" I didn't laugh because it was funny, I laughed because it was amusing to see this 14 year old looking girl try to act like a combat pilot. There is no way in Hell she can pull that off. There is something about people who have experienced the ugliness of war, they seem to take on some bits of the souls of the departed, it is hard to explain, but it is easy to sense. Who knew having PTSD would be so trendy?
Gave a great Tuesday folks!