for approximately 20 months and 2 weeks {or so} my life has increasingly been measured in hours and minutes.
what? everyones days are measured in this way?
well ok - i get it. my days used to be measured in ways such as : wake up at 6:30, work at 8, lunch at 12, lunch break for an hour, work till 5. work out for an hour. dinner takes 45 minutes to cook {according to the recipe...}. project runway lasts an hour. bedtime 9:30.
however, now my hours and minutes pass in a completely different light...
for instance, here is what 5 minutes of me in another room equal:
and here is what 15 minutes therefore equal:
and here is what another 5 minutes equal:
while here is what 25 minutes {or more} equal:
however, here is what 362,880 minutes {or so} equal:
so i think ill be just fine.
oh my gosh!! what room did he color all over???? (even though its sooo bad, its still so crazy to me that he's the age to do these things!)
ReplyDeletelook at those lips. sweet
Natalie, what a precious perspective. That was your office, right? Bless his heart! Pretty artsy, right? (Just trying to squelch the impact:)
ReplyDeletelove yall!
i'm so sorry i'm dying laughing that he is ALREADY drawing on your walls!!! he would barely even color on the coloring book for me!!! haha
ReplyDeleteDon't you just love original art? BTW I have a Singer Futura Sewing/Monogramming machine. I am a little afraid of monogramming, haven't done it in over a year, so I just pretty much do all of my appliques by hand. But one day I will master the machine.
ReplyDeleteSee, he is going to be artsy like you!!!!
ReplyDeleteAhhh.....already a stellar artist! Must be in the genes! Was that the newly painted office??? :-) Love ya'll, La
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