Roomba! Roomba!

I take the title of Trophy Wife pretty seriously. My friends are all like "I refinished an antique dresser this weekend" and "I love making my own cleaning supplies" and "Oh, this wreath? I made it; I saw it on Pinterest". I say "Oh, this? I ordered it from PotteryBarn." 

Tiny feet that love to run.

For Mother's Day the Great gave me a card that had his hand print on it. It was the tiniest, most adorable, chunky hand print I'd ever seen. It gave me an idea for a Father's Day gift.

Tiny feet that love to jump.

I googled "how to...." and followed instructions from a fellow blogger - a blog about imagination and such. I am very good at following instructions. I am very terrible at making things. The poor footprints are baking for the fourth day in a row (yes, it's the day after Father's Day) because I can't seem to get them to completely dry out; and we're just going to give in and paint them today.

Day One of Baking

Happy Father's Day to a man who is thankfully way better at being a father than I am at making crafts.

We Love Daddy! Actually, she was shouting "Roomba! Roomba!" because her brother likes to push the button to turn on the roomba. Probably because our eight month old thinks I should vacuum more.