There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Today we went to a birthday party for Brennan's twin four-year-old friends. Their mom just started a new job this week and has been working like crazy, so I offered to make the cake for the bug-themed birthday party. I can't take credit for the design... The idea for the shape came from the internet. But I was pleased at how well it turned out.
The kids listened to The Very Hungry Caterpillar while they ate their cake, and it was fun to watch their little faces fill up with green frosting.
In other news, I spent six hours today working on the crib bumper for the nursery. I kept running into the most irritating setbacks: My bobbin kept catching, my thread kept ripping, I realized I had only made half as many silk ties as I needed, I sewed all five hundred feet (okay, small exaggeration) of the ruffle inside-out, and at the end of the day, Brennan accidentally got pure butter on a piece of silk fabric that I needed to work with.
On top of all of those annoying things, my feet are like balloons today. I haven't had much swelling up until this point, but today my feet are puffy and really hurt from being stretched beyond what is normal for my skin.. I'm going to blame it on the Chinese food we ate last night and the fact that I didn't have enough water, and I'll hope that tomorrow things will be back to normal.