Kid logic

So, Noah has this thing for Iron Man. He's got a costume, plus a couple shirts handed down to him, so he's curious this intimidating-looking superhero. He asks, "Who is Iron Man? Is he a bad guy?" (He's also got a different thing about "bad guys".) His sisters assure him that Iron Man's not real, but just a machine. I mention that no, in the story, the Iron Man costume is made by a man named Tony Stark, but it's all make-believe.

At this point, they were surprisingly excited at the idea that this character should have a normal, real name. Then one of them remembers that our mailman's name is Tony. "Wow! Our mailman's Tony and Iron Man is Tony! I think our mailman is Iron Man!!"

Makes sense to me. I mean, how many men could possibly be called Tony and have the second word of their job title be "Man"?

Urg.

I'm sick. Not dreadfully, just a bit of a head cold. That said, I am not a good sick person. I'm rather impatient at the best of times, and when I'm sick...ahem. Let's just say that I predict no more than 1 more day of feeling poorly before I've had enough and get over it.

Not a great deal going on recently, and few photos being taken. We're looking forward to a vacation in about a week, though. And I have an about-to-be-8-years-old daughter on my hands. Tuesday is the big day. She's been counting down for a month. I hope the big day lives up to her expectations - no pressure!
My neighbor-across-the-street had a beautiful little girl a couple weeks ago. She had a very excited older sister to welcome her home, and both girls needed some coordinating fashions. So the revered pattern served us again. Big sisters need to look just as sweet as their new siblings, right?

When I first started these longies for Dan, it did everything according to the pattern, but it wasn't long before I realized they were going to be way too small. After some ripping out and modifications (on my page), they are now finished and fit perfectly.

Now we just need some sensible autumn weather to give them a good test run...