Apparently, the mere idea of sewing all of those Christmas presents was enough to completely chill my sewing mojo. I haven't so much as touched my sewing machine since announcing my intentions to make a guzillion presents for folks. There's nothing like a long to-do list and a hard deadline to drain all of the fun out of a hobby, right? Let this be a lesson.
Since sewing sounds about as appealing as getting a root canal right now, I've had to turn to other obsessions. So I've become fixated on learning to play banjo, and spent the past few days combing Craigslist for used banjos. Watch out - this may morph into a banjo blog, right before your eyes! (If this sudden talk of banjos seems a bit random to you, just keep in mind that I gave my child the middle name Roscoe after the great Roscoe Holcomb. My close friends and family have seen this coming for a while.) Just what I need, right? Another hobby!
In other news. Last night, we had dinner with our friends and their little boys. Getting ready to go, Joe was so excited to see his friends that he took off running towards the front door, and tripped and fell, hitting his face on a little metal space heater on the way down (thankfully, it was turned off). Ouch! He was pretty bummed for a minute or two, but characteristically got over it almost right away. I think I've mentioned that Joe has a freakishly high tolerance for pain, right? So we forgot all about it.
Well, a few hours later, we realized he had given himself a black eye! It took us a little while to remember the likely cause. (Ahem. A&J, sorry for jokingly accusing your child of punching my kid in the eye, ahem.)
It doesn't seem to be bothering him one bit now, but it looks pretty awful! My poor little bruiser.