The vets

The dear vets are taking over my life at the moment. I have more cases due in the next week than it is humanly possible to write, but we will see what can be done with the help of caffeine.

I hope to post some pictures of my non-legal finished projects in the next few days. Son2 is still asking if I could explain to "my work" that he really needs me to finish Baby Kenny's (or Baby Henry, he can't decide on a name) clothes so that they will stop falling off of him. I need to just take a few minutes and get it done because every time he asks me if I will do it I feel a not-so-tiny stab of guilt.

Here's a glamour shot of the unclothed (guilt guilt guilt, see above) Baby Kenny/Henry. He is a bit wonky, I modeled him after Son3 with his sticking up hair and pensive blue eyes. He was so much harder to make than I expected. I'll make more if the boys actually enjoy playing with him and maybe I can perfect my technique a bit. He reminds me of "Oh No Mr. Bill!" from the old SNL.