What happens when your kid gets a hold of your iphone? I found these two images as I was uploading photos onto my computer:
The ongoing battle with the ribbons gets documented....
And playing with Momma's nail polish becomes a must photo-op (gotta admit though that's pretty amazing dexterity to be able to paint smiley faces with opposing hand).
Then figured out the source of my tennis elbow:
Toilet paper cardboard covered toes are totally unrelated to the said source of my ailment.
Top photo shows some of the giant Granny squares I crocheted to cover the king-sized bed; and bottom doily coaster is one of many I crocheted for a table runner.
It would have been a better story to tell people I played tennis like a madman, hence the tennis elbow. Oh, well.
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