First, the dollop. By now, you probably know I refer to my kids mostly by the shared moniker of ‘The Co-Defendants’. They have names that I occasionally use on this blog and I few I use only under my breath…schmitty mommy that I am. Anyhoo, Seth, that would be Co-Defendant #1, had a checkup the other day in which he sauntered back to the waiting room and informed me, rather smugly, that he was now 5 foot 2 inches tall. Do what?! I’m 5 ft 5 1/2.
He’s twelve and wears skis for tennis shoes.
Now, you might be thinking Criminy woman, would you get to the quilting point already but let me stop you here and say…patience, Grasshopper, patience.
He was my 4 lb 1 ounce, 17 1/2 inches long little bundle of joy that brought me gifts even before he arrived…yes, I am referring to morning sickness and stretch marks, but gifts nonetheless. Go to the grocery and pick up one of those 4 lb packages of sugar and that’s how much he weighed. He was a newborn yesterday and now he’s almost thirteen. Pass the Xanax!
Gone now are thoughts of Would you grow up already! to be replaced by Hold your horses! I am entirely too young and fabulous for him to be that old, not to mention that tall. He’s my baby, he’s not supposed to be able to look me in the eye. I snark at him to eat healthy so he’ll grow taller and catch up to his Dear Sweet Mother…he’s still probably wondering who she is. Geez, Mom it’s only three more inches he says. It’s three AND A HALF came my reply. The little darling.
This picture isn’t quite accurate since the little toot’s slouching, but he’s almost got me. Handsome devil isn’t he? He gets it from his mother. Okay, and Dad, too. He’d never be one to stir up trouble, not with that angelic face. Did I mention I’m now a pioneer at his school (hangs head in hands). Don’t ask, just pray. Really, really, really hard.
Okay, now for the quilting. I have the most miniscule finish in the History of Ever.
I got this paper-piecing kit (admit it, you’re shocked that it’s yet another paper-pieced project) in a goody bag from a quilt retreat way back and thought how cute it was and what fun it would be to make. Apparently, the giver knew something I didn’t since it was passed along complete with fabric. I won’t tell you what I think this looks like because what I think is just plain tacky (smirk) and it was the biggest waste of time. Whoever came up with the pattern needs to be taken out back and given a good old-fashioned whoopin’! It finished at roughly the size of a mug rug and my Mom thought the addition of the dragonfly button really ‘made it’. Not sure if this is her polite way of saying That’s really ugly and I’m just trying to be nice or what. At this stage, I’m not sure I’ll make its companion or not. We shall see.
Happy quilting, y’all!
And remember, it’s three AND A HALF inches…just sayin’.