Melted Knife

Taylor insisted I blog this. I guess he thinks it is important family history. It's the every day things that make our history, right?  So here it is... I dropped a knife in the oven when I was checking the chicken. I didn't want to take everything out and thought I'd get it out after. You can see what happened. I obviously wasn't thinking straight... I was trying to get Sage to bed and get the veggies cooking and just wanted the chicken to cook faster... Lesson learned.

(Ignore the poor picture quality from my phone) The picture on the left shows how Sage greeted us this morning when we went to get her up for the day. She even slept in an extra hour. Her hair is always this crazy in the morning, but she usually at least has a smile on her face. I guess she woke up on the wrong side of the crib. On the right you can see a much happier reaction as I went in to get her up from her afternoon nap. Oh, she makes me smile even with her grumpy face.