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Friday, July 24, 2009

Hanging on for dear life....

I just found this a little funny this afternoon.





I thought I saw a feather fluttering in the wind on my side mirror, but it was the prettiest chartreuse bug (although the color isn't showing up as bright) that was "hanging on for dear life" this afternoon while I was coming home from seeing my new grandson. Now mind you, he was hanging on for a good 30 minutes and I was going 80 mph on the highway. Of course, I had my camera to take pictures of Cole today so once I slowed down to about 50 mph, I tried to take a shot of him because it was so funny and he was so pretty (you know....quilter's just love color!! LOL). I was afraid if I waited until I stopped, he would fly off...which he did once I got to a light. Anyways, I was really impressed with his ability to hold on at that speed and for as long as he did. Sometimes the simpliest of things make me laugh....oh well

As I mentioned, I got to see my grandson today. He is 9 days old. His momma gave him his first bath, which he wasn't too crazy about, but afterwards was pretty content and slept like a "baby".




Even though I had been pretty busy with the birth of my grandson and taking care of my other two grandsons while everyone else was at the hospital, I have made some progress on my Hearts and Hands blocks this week. It pays to have some of them prepped before hand; and that is why I have been able to complete four and the fifth one is almost finished. The one on the right still needs 1/4 of it stitched down which I plan on doing tonight. This makes 12 blocks completed now. Still have plenty to go, but I am making progress.






I think I will go prep some more..... happy quilting everyone!

2 comments:

  1. Adorable! He looks so happy after his bath.

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  2. OMG - what a tiny little thing. My DD's first bathtime looked the same as Cole's. DS was 5 at the time and absolutely hated how his baby sister was screaming. How quickly we forget how small they once were.

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