Sunday: I guess this is the only picture I took? Just me and my girl, playing with her blender... Monday: On our way to a playdate, we encountered the first tree vs. powerline showdown of the season - can I just say, I am not looking forward to a power outage with a baby? Links are always entertaining (and tasty). Tuesday: I caught her on her tummy before she flipped back over. This is the story of my life. Sitting up = way more fun playing with toys. "Reading". Wednesday: She tries to suck on the top of the bird on her exersaucer... weirdo. After bedtime, I made her a new hair-pretty.
Thursday: More link-chomping, in bed with Daddy. My adorable turkey-baby (I scored her Thanksgiving onesie for $1.59 - super proud of myself!). Chewing on her crackbook at Grandma's. Friday: This is what we woke up to - that is rain, not fog, gross. The beginnings of a Christmas stocking.* Bath time is good for eating your toes. Saturday: "You're not going anywhere, Mommy." Excited about a Buckeye win and perfect season! The cutest little Buckeye.
*I need to rant a minute here. Ruby's stocking still looks like just a pile of fabric like that. I ordered a fat quarter pack of prints from Aneela Hoey's Sherbet Pips fabric, which I've known I wanted to use for a child's stocking since before I was pregnant. It's so adorable.
Anyway, I needed a little bit of a fabric that the vendor I bought the above fabric from didn't have. So I ordered it from someone else on Etsy. My order was placed November 16th. It's November 28th, and I still don't have the fabric.
Of course it is the one piece of fabric that I need to send to the embroiderer to have Ruby's name sewn on. I'm pretty angry. I emailed the vendor, and she was all, "Oh yeah, I had some internet problems so I didn't get to my orders right away... You should have it soon." But she supposedly shipped it a week ago. It doesn't usually take a week to mail something to Seattle from Texas, even with a holiday thrown in there. I am so disappointed. With the embroiderer turn-around time, I'll be lucky if her stocking even gets to hang on our mantle much before Christmas. Lame. I don't like to give negative feedback, but this lady is asking for it.