‘Twas windy in these parts today. It has been noted that this mob can be a tad erratic on a windy day. If you’re a mother then you’d understand that I’m feeling a little frazzled tonight, exhausted and drained. I’ve been putting out fires all day. In the midst of it all, the metaphoric fire fighting that it is, I cleaned out my little Ace’s drawers. I’ve been putting off the task for more than a week now… not so much because it is a difficult job to do, more that I don’t want to recognise, concede even, that the boy is growing – graduating from 000 to 00. Plain and simple it makes me sad. This is all going too fast. I know what is happening here, I’ve been here before – except unlike with my first born where I celebrated and cooed over every milestone, this time round I dread it, grieve it and reluctantly acknowledge it.
I sewed my sweet growing babe a little hat for the summer. All part of my stash busting regime that I’m going to dedicate myself to in 2014. Also because it is summer and I love to make things for my darlings. I used a boaty fat quarter from my stash and some starry scraps. It’s a bit big for him. YAY! This, my sole positive thought, I clung to with all my mental might as I emptied drawers and restocked them, “at least the little hat was too big!”.
As for the babe? Well he could care less that I sewed him a little hat. There are more interesting things for him in this life. Like those things that he has just discovered at the end of his arms...