I think I did. Go me!
Here is a random picture of Jules. She loves sitting on our sink/counter and "brushing" her teeth. She asks to do it every day. But if I actually try to brush her teeth, she hates it and runs away. Haha.
Monday was Labor Day. And we went to Thanksgiving Point gardens in the morning. Since we've been there a number of times this year, Steve suggested taking small items that we could photograph with the flowers. The girls didn't get much into it, but Steve and I enjoyed it. Here are a few of my favorite shots from the day:
(notice K2S0 on the crane's back)
It was too bright for her to look up at me. Haha.
Toothless was my item. I thought these bulbs looked like they were from an alien planet. I also thought they looked like something else, but I'll keep that observation to myself.
The Koi will almost crawl onto shore if you get a bunch of them fighting over the fish food.
I think I told you last week that I decided to make my own baskets to put under my bottom shelf in the living room. This is the start. I'm crocheting with kitchen string around some rope. I'll likely need most of both of these skeins in order to finish the basket at the size I want it. The bigger it gets, the more crazy I'm feeling for taking on this project. It takes FOREVER to do one round.
Jules still loves playing with crocheted kitchen dish rags. She spent at least twenty minutes piling them up and then changing the order, then laying them all out next to each other, etc. She's not super easily entertained by herself, but these rags are a constant source of enjoyment for her.
I can't remember what day we did it, but I forced the kids to help me switch out clothes from summer to fall. It's such a chore because we can hand clothes down over and over again. So we have to go through the hand-me-downs and see what fits and what suits their style. Some things they'll just let sit in their drawers for 6 months because they don't like the color or how it pinches right *here*. So we have to try stuff on and make piles and fold/hang new stuff, etc. It took us close to 4 hours to do three girls. Jules just gets new stuff each time. It's so much easier!
One day after Emilia got home from school, Jules laid down on the floor near Emilia, so Emilia laid down next to her and they just chatted for about 15 minutes. It was really cute.
I don't have any more pictures from the week. But we also drove up to East Canyon Resort on Friday afternoon to spend some time with my parents. They have a timeshare there, so they'd been there all week. I was supposed to take all the girls, but Cecily threw up Friday morning and Steve had a small fever. So I just took Mira, Emilia, and Jules. We played shuffleboard and miniature golf and the older two girls went swimming (and Emilia got sunburned). Jules took a good nap and slept well that night even though we were all in the same room, so that was a blessing. However, on the return trip, Emilia got so carsick that she threw up and didn't tell me in time to get the door open. Ulgh. I cannot handle throw up. Especially not when I'm pregnant. I made her clean it up herself. Which makes me feel like a terrible mom, but we didn't need two of us throwing up, so it is what it is.
I did a lot of work for my business this week. I had two custom covers and I sold a few premades, which is REALLY REALLY good. I was very excited. I do have to make some adjustments this week to a premade set that will take quite a bit of time (somebody wants me to age a 20 something to a 50 something on 3 covers--oh boy), but I don't have any other customs scheduled, so it should be fine.
I also canned 17 quarts of pickles yesterday after we got home. I had a jar break when I put it in the canner, but after I fished out all the cucumbers, I was able to put it in a new jar and they all sealed, so YAY! I shouldn't have to can pickles again for 2 years, so I'll take it.
I need to can salsa again this week. And dry cherry tomatoes and parsley. And maybe do something with all the apples still on our tree. So much to do, so little time.
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