Paper and fabric. That was my request.
The Mr. obliged.
Wrapped neatly were....
...and so he brought him a friend.
Planned for this week:
Here is the cherry cobbler that rocked my world.
We met on Sunday.
This sweet dish was different. Missing was that too sugary bright red hue. Missing was that metallic aftertaste.
I had to work harder to reap my reward. There was no opening a can and dumping the contents into a dish. Oh no. Not with this one.
I had to sweeten him up.
He craved constant attention.
Look. He's blushing.
Here's where it got fun.
He's feeling cocky. You won't find this in a can.
Some friends came to the party.
We mixed it up.
Before long, I just couldn't help myself.
I was covering him with sugar.
Today is Thursday. And he is gone. All that's left is a sweet memory.
Oh, cherry cobbler. You rocked my world.
Finally, a project that isn't worn by newly born humans or a place to park a drink. Not that I haven't enjoyed working on those items. But I would hate to type-cast myself.
I have been wanting to make this for quite some time.
Does it look familiar? It should. THE Domestic Goddess herself made it famous.
The pattern was free at Hobby Lobby. And it was easy. Really easy.
Not only was it easy, but it worked up very fast.
Easy and fast: my kind of project.
The pattern called for an N size hook. My tension was a little tight, so it turned out a bit smaller than the picture shows.
I will confess to not being diligent about checking my gauge.
But I'm OK with the petite scale. It fits and I love it.
Wearing a soft, crocheted Snuggie-type garment was actually quite nice. I don't care what the fashion mavens say.
In fact, I'm already working on another one.
The Boy has been doing research.
Please note: This is not a "look how smart my kid is" post.
Not that The Boy is a ding-dong, but studious isn't an adjective that I would use to describe him. He is all boy. His interests are in things all boy. If it doesn't have wheels, a motor, guns, swords, or fire then he isn't really interested. I need to recheck the Code of Conduct, but most of those things aren't allowed at school.
One day he comes in and tells me he needs to "look up some stuff". He goes to the table and starts working.
I really wasn't paying attention. He was quiet. He wasn't pestering The Girl. No messes were being made.
Imagine my surprise when he brings me this to read:
He told me that he wanted to learn things about snakes for his science lab teacher at school.
**paint a mental picture of a mom with wide eyes and mouth agape**
This wasn't homework. He was doing this...willingly?
I collected myself and explained what "research" meant. Apparently, "research" is more fun than just "looking stuff up".
He researched alligators...
...blue tongued skinks...
...and dolphins.
The Renaissance Festival is currently underway in Texas.
The commercials spawned an immediate fascination with all things Medieval.
We are seriously lacking information on things Medieval.
Get this: He wants facts to go with his pictures.
There's hope for him yet.
***I want to express a special thank you to Ms. Pavlich. The Boy loves learning with you. I'm thinking of supplying all of his teachers with a snake to stimulate the same interest he has in your class.***
I have stated that if I could be anywhere on Halloween night I would be at home, on my street, with my peeps, and the weather would be cool and crisp.
All my wishes came true. And then some.
We were ready to welcome little ghosts and goblins.
The candy bowl was stocked full of treats.
Our pumpkins were ablaze.
Candy baskets were wiped clean and sitting by the door.
A scary witch...
...and an intense soldier were ready to say those magic words.
Door bells were rung. 
Sweet treats were chosen.
And the race was on to the next house.
We encountered some scary folks on our candy pursuit.
The promise of sugar bewitched The Girl. She braved the dark path up to the candy bowl.
The Boy was having no part of it. He waited at the curb, safe from harm's way.
When the baskets were full, The Offspring made a dash for home to check out their haul.
For two kids who rarely indulge in candied treats, it was a sight to behold.
The candy trade was in full swing. 
When the hard bargaining and shrewd deals were done, it was time to indulge.
Each had their own technique.
Sugar highs were at a fever pitch.
Mom and Dad turned a blind eye for the night.
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