…the Steve-meister…
…it’s Steve…gettin’ a bath…drying off…waiting to be carded…*
A few days ago I was asked where Steve was – I hope this answers the question ;o) There’s another third of her in a pillowcase all washed and another third marinating in the laundry room waiting for me to tackle it – and it’s the stinkiest part, I’m a little nervous about it ;o)
In teenage news…as I was putting the dishes away earlier this evening I heard a strange noise. It was kind of a rumbling…at first, I thought it was a truck coming down the road (we live on a road that has tractor trailers passing by regularly – and fast-ly) then I thought perhaps it was a helicopter passing over…but no…it was…a miracle:
…and that miracle was so. happy. to have me take her photo…
…the joy is just emanating from her.
*who can tell me where this is from? ;o)