There's a bird in my car

So, I accidentally washed a diaper, which would be really fantastic if we used cloth diapers.  But we don't.  And boyhowdee those disposables make a mess.  Our washer is now protesting by way of not draining.  Great.  Ryan even unhooked the tubes and removed the back and wiggled things around inside last night.  He's a most phenomenal wiggler.  Didn't work.  So the clothes have been schlopped out on the garage cement and I with laundry beginning to pile.  I've decided I'm just going to make them new clothes instead of washing them.  I think that's what Meg is doing during her Kid's Clothing Week Challenge.  

Then this morning Ryan made pancakes for breakfast.  He thought he put a jar of homemade chocolate sauce in the microwave.  Turns out, they were chipotle peppers.  It confused my senses.  I tried to smear the peppers on my pancake, but I just couldn't do it.

In other news, I've had birds appearing in my life.  Someone left the back door open last week and I walked into the sewing studio to find a bird perched on my sewing machine.  I loved it!  Then, just the day or two later, I was running Azure to school, scolding the two babiest of dills for not being buckled when they chirped up that there was a bird in the car.  They were telling the truth.  I'm wondering if these are signs.  Signs of what, I don't know.

Anyhow.  I can't quite show you yet what I've been sewing during KCWC, well besides the swimsuit yesterday.  One of my least favorite things to do: I've just finally swapped out the winter clothes for the summer clothes.  Or other way around.  Whatever.  Clover has a serious lack of pajamas, but she and Azure are the same size [let's be honest, Azure is actually even more petite than Cloves, bless her hungry little heart].  Clover always wants to wear tutus to bed anyway, so maybe I shouldn't worry about it....but you know me better than that.

*yes, I realize I made two words up in this post.  any typos, however, are purely accidental and part of my charm.