From Rory: "Daddy, I know how to write a 10 in sign language."
Not only did I do 5 loads of laundry yesterday, but I made homemade granola, used that homemade granola to make sugar-free granola bars, made ice cream out of bananas, served homemade spaghetti sauce with spaghetti squash instead of pasta, took advantage of the major Gymboree sale, scrapped a page, finished my Week 10 Project Life pages, and walked 2.5 miles. It seems a couple of months without chemo (and a few nights of sleep) turns me into a very productive girl.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to take matters into my own hands and pencil in my non-existent eyebrows. I only did it once, but they apparently just needed a little prompting, because they have finally started to grow back in after disappearing last July when I started chemo.
While I may not be a huge fan of this season of American Idol, I have to say that Keith Urban is winning me over a little more every time he utters "baby" in that accent of his. My favorite contestant right now is Kree Harrison, in case you were wondering. ;)
Remember my problem last week of too much laundry? Apparently Rory took all that folding and putting away to heart because this week after emptying all baskets and washing/drying everything I found, there was somehow only 1 pair of underwear and 1 pair of school pants for her. Considering I dress her every morning, I *know* she wore clean clothes every day. I'm guessing I'll find them behind her dresser or under the bed.