September has thus far kicked me in the boo-tay. What is it, the 13th? Feels like it should be October.
My name is Tif. I am a mama-taxi. I wake up at the crack of dawn, so I can work out and shower and then off to the races I go. When 9 pm hits, my eyelids are drooping despite the chai in my hand. Some nights I wish I could go back to coffee, but that is a slippery slope for my caffeine addiction :) .
Who is to blame for this total upheavel in schedule? The cause of this mismanaged non-routine?
Meet Sugar. 8 week Boxer extrodinaire. Able to woo all family members with a single look. And needing to be walked 6 times a day. At least.
It seems that she has always belonged to us though. She is already settled in...she waits under the dinner table as we eat, and she is curled up next to my computer chair as I write this....SNORING.
I finished up a quick baby shower present to go with the most recent knit sweater I did for my dear friend Julie. She is having her first baby, and I thought she needed a few small burpies and wipes for her babe:
And here I am on the slow going baby cardigan for a friend Kim, who is having her second babe...today!
I need to hurry this one up!
