I promise there will be pictures over the weekend. Also pictures of Noah.

Last night, we spent a pleasant evening watching netflixed episodes of My So-Called Life. If there ever was another show that so nailed the cringe-worthy aspects of adolescence, I missed it.

I also spent it frantically sewing felt fried eggs.

You see, I know this amazingly talented group of moms. A few months ago, they all got together and did a big felt food swap. Everyone made a dozen of the same food items, two copies got sold on eBay to benefit our friend Cali, and the rest redistributed back to the group.

This time, Jen persuaded me that I should join. It wasn’t that hard to do — the food looked adorable, Noah has become increasingly interested in playing “cooking,” hand-made felt food won’t have scary lead paint or BPA-laden plastics leaching into him, and for about $10 worth of felt & shipping, he’ll get a whole creative pantry full of food.

The only bad part is that I’m supposed to mail out my set by 5/31. My goal was 2 fried eggs per family, or a total of 24 eggs. But so far, I’ve only made 4. I might change tactics, cut the next 8, and see how long it takes me to get my sewing machine set up tomorrow. However, seeing as I haven’t ever actually used this sewing machine, that may not save much time.

In other exciting news, tonight we’re going to the FIRST EVER home game of the WNBA’s new Atlanta Dream franchise!