Scrap Bin

This morning was an rough morning.

The girls were bickering.

Everyone's cereal was 'too soggy'

The Boychild locked himself in the bathroom.

I was on my knees removing a doorknob at 7:40 this morning.

I cried, very quietly, the entire car ride from school to work.

It was one of those mornings that makes me question if I'm doing the right thing here.

You know?

Yep. you know.

You have those mornings too. I know you do.

It's what keeps me moving.

 this weekend I let The Munchkins play in the scrap bin and this is what we came up with

 These little guys are just filled with beans & polyfil (beans help them sit up a bit better).
They're cotton flannel bodes + felt faces & accessories. All three came together in about an hour and the kids got a kick out of stuffing their own dolls, picking out body & hair & eye color, picking faces and expressions...

speaking of expressions - this kid lost her first front tooth this past weekend. She lisps now. I make her say difficult words just to hear the soft shushing sound of her tongue sliding between her teeth.