Toby loves the new hat!

(Each one really is different, but I'm noticing you can't tell in the pics.)

Majority of my students while I'm trying to get them excited about the topic:
"Have you taught this yet today?"

Me: "Nope, you're my guinea pigs."

Extremely excited students: "We're your G-Force!?!"

Promised my mom I would document everything I make from now on.

Rose - This would have been yours. Unfortunately, it has some orange in it. It's not pure red. Yours is coming, don't fret.

Anyone else want to throw in a request? (I love making deals.)

In relief society yesterday, the lesson was on our three ward goals, one of which is spreading the gospel. One girl raised her hand to make a comment, and she has the most monotone/slowest speech in the whole history of man learning to talk. Here goes:

"My ... mother always said ... before you 'warn' ... with an N ... your neighbor ... you should 'warm' your neighbor. Warm (then she spelled this next part out) W - R - M - E. Um ... I think I did that wrong ... but we should warm our neighbors first ..." and she went on to finish her point.

What? Why isn't anyone else at least kind of giggling? I must be the biggest jerk. I put my head between my knees and tried to keep it together. It was the funniest thing ever. W-R-M-E? Are you kidding me?

Happy Birthday Jackie!

2nd attempt was a little cleaner.

Don't worry, Jackie already has her hat. I made sure I posted after I gave the birthday girl her present.

Watch out, I'm pretty proud of myself.

I've been crafting it up during my holiday break: scarf after scarf after scarf.

Dra asked me to make her a beanie.

I think it's adorable, and I probably should have looked for a tutorial, but I'm beaming with satisfaction for figuring a pattern out on my own.

What do you think?

All of the nephews are over at my parents'.

Here's Ezra playing with my mom's Christmas present. He loves wearing the apron; he and my mom made us sugar cookies with sprinkles with the cookie press I gave my mom for Christmas.

Earlier this morning, after I had showered and readied myself, I ran downstairs to continue playing and Ezra stopped mid train crash, "Hey! You look pretty good. I mean your hair."

Last night while waiting for our dinner at Cracker Barrel, my mom wandered back from washing her hands.

Ezra: "Grandma where the heck have you been?"