eight: Number of minutes following drop-off, before I was paged to retrieve a hysterical baby from his first day at MOPS. And boy, were they relaxing!
He'd much rather be home trying to master Daddy's skateboard! Maybe next week I'll get a whole 10 minutes!
eight: Number of fabric prints for my latest quilt.
For a baby girl! Not mine. DEFINITELY not mine.
eight: Number of days until the beginning of Fall.
I tried really hard not to make Grams' Apple Crisp until then. I failed. It was worth it.