Pants on Fire
Posted 27 April, 09on:
I am a big, fat liar, hence the ignited trousers. Yesterday, a photo of my new top was promised. Said photo was taken. However, I got distracted with looking at the 5 million photos Hubski took during the middle school play. (He was the “official” play photographer.) While deleting the bad photos, the camera battery died before I downloaded the photos of my top. Grrrr. The battery is now plugged into the charger.
On a happier note, Hubski got some great shots of the play. If it were not for the persnickety little detail of these photos are of other people’s children, I would post some. Though I know it was pure luck, some of the photos have a cool, artsy look. Our camera really rocks because neither one of us has any photography skills.
Over the weekend, C outgrew almost all of his pants. The pants fit last week. Given the amount of food he consumed this weekend, I should not have been surprised. He has two pairs that still fit. Frequent laundry needs to happen until I have time to take him shopping. I cannot even sew any for him because I don’t have a pattern that fits. His body shape is way too different than J’s to just alter J’s pattern. C is going to be a big boy when finishes growing. At dinner, he announced that the $150 shoes we bought for him two months ago are now too small. Due to his orthopedic issues, there is no choice but to spend $100-$150 on his shoes. I told him to curl his toes until next month.