Last night I had my monthly craft night with some of my lovely friends.  My dear friend Christy asked me how I did everything that I do–she jokingly made fun of me while saying that I “do it all”. . . stay at home with the kids, run my own business, sew things, rearrange rooms and redecorate.  I was certainly flattered, though in my own head didn’t think that I did much more than many people that I know.  I walk into Christy’s house, and it’s beautifully decorated, and she’s always making little projects that she’s pinned on her pinterest board.  She works full time and still does all this.  I have other friends who are so talented, and who I admire greatly.  And it blesses my heart to hear a friend say that she digs what I do.  So, thanks Christy, for making me feel warm and fuzzy.

Craft night last night was great.  I was able to complete an entire project–I sewed the crib skirt for our new little one.  I’m so thrilled by what the nursery looks like in my head. . . I hope I’m able to put it into real life.  I love the fabric that I picked out, and sewing and create things with my own hands makes me happy and content and accomplished.  I’m not a perfect sewer by any means. . . I rarely pin things, I don’t double fold my hems, and if you looked closely at anything that I sewed, you would see many flaws.  But thankfully, people normally don’t study things and I can get away with a couple of mistakes here and there.  I have a whole list of things that I want to make for the baby’s room, and call me a nerd if you’d like, but I’d rather spend $100 on fabric and materials that I love and sew myself into oblivion, than buy stuff at the store that I only kind of  like, an would be spending a whole lot more on it when you add it all together.

Brayden amazes me with his drawings.  This morning he whipped up a pac-man paper that he drew, without looking at anything to help him.  He asked me how to spell pac-man and then paused when I got to the “c”, looked at me, and with a twinkle in his eye, drew the c like pac-man and said, “mom, this is how I’ve seen it before”.  Then he drew some cute little cherries and some ghosts and I kicked myself in the pants for telling him yesterday to stop using computer paper to draw and instead to use the lined paper notebooks that I had bought for him to doodle in.  So now I have this picture that I want to frame, except its on a piece of torn out lined paper and if I asked him to draw a second one, it’s not quite the same.

And Carter was a cat all morning.  Actually, three cats to be exact.  He crawled around, played with a ball and kept rubbing his head against my leg.  He was a cat named boo (like our friend’s cat who we visited the other day), a cat named fluffy and also a sonic cat–whatever that means.  While cats can’t talk, they can still look at books and laugh when they are tickled and get dressed when their mommy tells them to.  Thank goodness for cats like that.  And cats that wear underwear and don’t pee on the rug.