
Connor earned his red belt last week, which means the red-brown belt went up on the wall for display.
I’ve told Connor I’m proud of him for earning his red belt. He says he’s proud of himself, too.
🥰🥋👊🏻

Connor earned his red belt last week, which means the red-brown belt went up on the wall for display.
I’ve told Connor I’m proud of him for earning his red belt. He says he’s proud of himself, too.
🥰🥋👊🏻
Today, my son asked me about the Tsar Bomba. I’d never heard of it before, but he knew it holds the Guinness World Record for the most powerful bomb ever detonated. https://t.co/YRyKP6l2V6
Way back before I started sewing, @relysh was generous enough to make this cushion for my son. I’m only now having to mend it, after eight years of kid abuse. That’s pretty solid.

A free online version of the Maslach Burnout Inventory (MBI) rated me at serious risk of impending job burnout. I can’t say that surprises me.

Connor told me last night that he wanted to make this shirt in the morning; I gave him the OK, with the caveat that most of his markers are washable.
When I came downstairs this morning, I had completely forgotten about our shirt conversation — until I saw him wearing his creation. (I didn’t have the heart to mention his spelling errors after he’d already made the shirt). He managed to find a black marker that wasn’t washable, but he could only find a red washable one, “so be very careful when you wash this. Maybe put it on delicate.” I attempted to heat-set his t-shirt art by ironing it, so hopefully it doesn’t bleed too much during the course of the day.
I’ve been wanting to play around with screen printing for a while now… Hmm.
I still have no idea where he got the idea for Laser Pointer Thursday.