I finally did some sewing yesterday, for the first time in months. With other pregnancies, I've just worn pants to church most of the time, but this time, I prefer skirts. The problem is finding maternity skirts (esp. at reasonable prices) is next to impossible. So, after some online searching, I went to the thrift store and picked out two regular skirts in my size plus one matching shirt. That, along with 2 pair of jeans for Jacob and a small item for each kid was $3.00! I came home, tried on the skirts, traced my belly, cut that out, cut the panel out of the t-shirt (two panels from the one shirt), sewed it on, and violå! Two new skirts for less than $3.00.
Now I just need to catch up on the rest of my sewing...and since I've been recruited to plan a sewing class for the local homeschooling co-op this fall, my list of projects just increased by three.

On the homeschooling front, I'm tempted to give up on trying to teach the HoneyBee math (not really). She picks it up so much better when I just let her do things herself. We've been working on time and measurement the last couple weeks, but I picked up some library books on fractions for the coming weeks. Getting her to remember the time/measuring things we've talked about can be like pulling teeth, but she read herself one of the fraction books and is now in the kitchen experimenting with all my measuring cups and making very accurate predictions. As DH said when I told him, “Don't let schooling get in the way of her education.”
Along the same lines, yesterday Abby picked up one of the free read books for this year, Saint George and the Dragon, and read it. She then proceeded to plan a play based on it, casting herself as Una and Jacob as George. They practiced it several times yesterday, made up tickets for it, and were planning to do the final production last night. We ended up going to a concert at a local church instead, but I believe it's now on the schedule for tonight! I was amazed at the way Jacob cooperated so well and played his part...though he did start to get a little contrary after the third run-through.