I am sooo done with diapers! I should have worked harder to catch him at the magic 18-month mark when he was more pliable instead of trying with a stubborn 3 year old who could give a damn less if he sits in a soaking wet diaper.
In any case, I bought the whirly bird thingy to replace one Hank broke (one I had since I was 11 years old, mind you). Cheap sunglasses replace the pair we lost.
And the mailbox
is filled with vintage Valentines. I found the stickers rummaging through my baskets of junk -- nice coincidence on a couple of them, huh?
Favorite of the day: I have been thinking about putting something like this over our bed
Working on: Pincushions