Leaf Hunters

A little leaf hunting was done after a mad dash to the store to beat the rain.

Only the perfect little leaves could be picked. Very discriminating hunters they are.

There were a few discussions before the final picks. Was it the right color? Too big, too small? Things had to be just right.

While all of that was going on, there were some yummy Chocolate Chip Pumpkin cookies being made. They are yummy! I made these a little bigger than the recipe called for (with my baking scoop). They are wonderful just the same! They look like muffin tops and oh so soft. You should try them out.

Then after much coaxing and trying, the real leaves did not work out for our craft. We will have to plan way ahead next time with the particular leaves that were picked. They will have to be pressed to lay completely flat on the jars. Oh well, they girls didn't give up though. They got the tissue paper out, traced some of the real leaves and when all was said on done, TaDa!!! I think they look great this way also! The girls want to try them out today. I'm sure they will look FAB! I think scarecrows are on the list today. The girls love doing crafts without me having to help with every step. Very rewarding you know. I like just sitting back watching while working on something of my own.

I finished the main body of the sweater last night and will be moving on to the sleeves sometime today. Whenever I get to a certain point with a project I start to get "ants in the pants" for it to be done. Can't wait to wear it!

Anyhoo, hoping for a quiet, crafty weekend around here. I just love not having big plans for the weekend when the weather is cool, damp and breezy. Nothing better that sitting at home and enjoying "stuff".

I have to share one tidbit with you about what I did to Glenn yesterday morning. Poor guy. You really have to wonder about what he puts up with around here at times. We were both lying in bed still. I was half asleep and didn't know that he was lying there awake. I was unaware that is was near time for him to get up for work. He must have been holding his arm up or something and dropped it down. I, still half asleep, noticed the dead weight drop and thought for some reason he wasn't breathing. Didn't feel his chest move, didn't hear any breathing. So I jumped up and started to shake his head and then smacked him a couple of times on the cheek telling him to "Breath!". Of course he jumps up yelling "what the H*** is wrong with you!?". I told him that I thought he stopped breathing and it scared me, so I tried to get him to start breathing again. Just to let you know, that is not the way to wake your husband up in the morning! Yeah, go ahead and laugh!!! We are busting a gut about it now. But something tells me that my turn is coming.

I keep telling you that the people in this house are "just not right".

Have a great weekend!

Toodles!!!!