The Day the Music Died.

Hubby and I were eating Nacho Bell Grande's when Cartman came in and asked us if he could listen to Pandora and dance. We, of course, said yes because there is nothing cuter than a bunch of kids getting their freak on to Michael Jackson or Notorious BIG.

Then Cartman comes in asking where the remote is. Don't know, don't care...eatin' my nachos. Next thing we hear a huge crash in the living room and we go zooming in. There lies our TV with a whimpering Cartman standing over it.

"How the hell did you do that?" Daddy bellowed. Cartman whimpered something and then Daddy says "Just go to your room."

We returned to our nachos in silence.

I'm secretly thrilled since I've been wanting to go TV free since reading "Simplicity Parenting." Daddy eventually calmed down and talked to Cartman to calm him down. Then they got out their tools and took apart the TV to see how it workED.

One-Year-Old Birthday Tradition

Cartman with his temple quilt.

Gryffindor with his child of God quilt.

Babs with her lavender quilt.

...and to all a good night!

::making Christmas::

The book:  Growing Up Sew Liberated

The doll:  Little Amigo Doll

The maker:  Mama

The recipient:  Babs
The hardest part:  making the formed head {we had words!}

The scariest part:  cutting the wildly expensive skin fabric

The best part:  now everyone wants one