So, how are we doing with our Christmas stockings? Tell me. Show me. Let me know.

Carrie has finished two! (And I never would have thought of the Seahawks, but I’m not a fan, either).

My poor baby Clark is sick. He’s rallying ’round, but his cry has that pathetically sick sound to it. Poor dear.

Here’s my stocking progress-

Am I ever going to be done with this thing? I hate it. The color pattern is not adequately centered on the instep stitches. I don’t know how that happened. I’ve made a color mistake on a rather prominent spot on the side that will be displayed, but I’m ignoring it. I think the whole thing is a huge mess, but I do believe that once the ends are woven in… (I can’t believe I actually typed in “weaved” before erasing it to write woven. I’ve been isolated with my children too long)… and the top stitching is done and it’s FINISHED!!! it’ll look great. But in the meantime…. agony.

The girls are back in school today, for one whole day before the weekend. Yesterday Abigail and I worked on a couple of extra credit projects associated with her book report.

It’s a wubtail. I don’t know what that is exactly, other than an enormous fish that looks like a dragon, or in this instance, a roasted pig. Aside from the dried out pink-ness of it when it should truly be red, it looks remarkably like the pictures in Abby’s book. She’s very proud, and I feel like a good mom. I made salt dough, resisting the thought that I was wasting perfectly good food to do it. And don’t let the fact that it looks awesome lead you to think that I did her project. She did almost all of it. I showed her how to make the tusks, I made the wings and shaped the ridge down the nose, but everything else was her entirely. I’m so proud.