If I had to describe life in these parts, that would be it. In progress.
A quilt for Lily that needs to be assembled.
Numerous little knit projects for the button on the way (We have a name! We have a name (unless Ben changes his mind, but I think this is it)! Top secret until delivery date, of course, but what fun to actually know).
Which I generally am working on from a blanket next to the (quite possibly best hand-me-down ever) swing set because this child of mind has learned how to pump, which has basically revolutionized her world. If you need to find her, she'll be on the swing. And if she's not, then she'll be wishing she were.
A baby that is getting to be quite well cooked, but happy to hang out in mama's tummy for a little while longer.
Eating strawberries-- er, making strawberry ice cream-- with Aunt Irene. It would have been perfect had we frozen the insert to the ice cream machine long enough.
As it turned out, we had strawberry smoothie followed by real ice cream today after giving it a second try.
And painted toddler nails and muddy knees. Quite the combination, don't you think?
One of these days it will feel so nice to post something about a complete, truly complete project, but until then, we're just in that in-between time, enjoying every second of it.