This is Iris' Christmas photo, taken in early December. She turned one in September. Last time we saw her, she was nine months old, not even very mobile. Now she is 15 months old, walking and running and dancing and saying bye-bye. And Carlie and I are dying to see her.
Quiet day on the home front. Early trip to the gym for a 5k run. A quick shower and then a crepe brunch with Holly of Fantastic Forrest fame. After crepes, I put in two hours at the ceramic shop doing finishing work on the tiles that Carlie's class painted yesterday.
We had one close call. One of the tiles? TOTALLY unrecognizable as anything, plant, animal or mineral. The other mom who was working on the project with me had to take it back to the school and ask the child what he was going for, because can you even imagine the horror if I had written his name on the wrong end and had it mounted on the bar upside down? Poor little dude. Turns out, the artist was going for two bunches of bananas growing on a tree, in the sunset. THANK GOD we asked.
So our class project? It is totally going to kick the asses of all of the other class projects. We're taking one of these
And 50 of these
Some of which are solid colors and some of which depict scenes from the rain forest.
And when when we're all said and done, we will have a pimped out tile topped patio bar.
Carlie's contribution? That plant that eats people from Little Shop of Horrors. It's right here, to the left and a row up from the aardvark. Or maybe it's a hedgehog.
The auction is the premier fundraising event every year for Carlie's school. But the main goal? To be the parent who comes up with the most kick-ass class project. Because it's a Catholic school. And that's what Jesus would want.