This was a tough day: Miss Esme is sprouting her very last baby tooth and letting everyone within screaming vicinity know that it hurts. And I hurt for her. But between the howls and monkey clings and throw-herself-on-the-floor tantrums, I couldn’t stop kissing both my babies’ sweet heads today. Because I have them to kiss and I’m here to kiss them and I’m so appreciative of that.
I made up these drawstring favor bags for a little friend’s 4th birthday party this coming weekend. They’re based on the farmer’s market totes that I made this spring, which my kids never wear but that I now use myself and find handy dandy for stuff like cell phones and lip balm in the diaper bag. Cuz you know, someone’s gotta use em. But I digress…
I’ll be living vicariously through the farm party this weekend: hay rides, u-pick flowers, late season berries, SUN!! Impossibilities for mid-february birthday celebrations such as ours. So this last little jaunt in the farm-y fields will be ever so appreciated.
Happy weekend everyone, and hopes and prayers to our Texan friends that Ike simmers his bad self down.
Posted by melissa s. at 10:13 PM