This is my neglected child. Yes, she had a stinky diaper. Yes, she was starved for attention. But I was sooooo close to being done with her skirt. Terrible mom.
I said I would show it to you. It resembles a skirt, so here it is. Leftover material skirt. Made it up as I went along. It kinda hoops out on its own. Oh well if it ends up looking like a pioneer skirt gone wrong. I just wanted to try. It turned out all right, and she's happy with it. It's a good thing, because I'm making her wear it. Now we have to find a top. I'm thinking a brown onesie.....but I don't know where to find one. I'm also thinking onesie so I don't have to just have her diaper under there...and I don't have to spend time making up bloomers.
I gave her a nice bubble bath after this and played played played so she didn't feel so neglected. There's nothing like bubbles to brighten the day.We voted in the presidential primaries. Ugh. That's all I can say. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I can't get political on this blog. Not the right place. But if anyone wants to chat...
This week, I spent a lot of time mixing dough. The young women fundraiser for camp was selling and making bread, so that was our activity. We were bread making machines. I love getting into robotic task mode. I also love my Kitchenaid. I don't use it or give it credit often enough, but when I do pull it out once a month or whatever --it never fails to impress me, and it rocked in this case too. Since I had the recipe memorized, we made the bread here at home one night. Yum. If you want a good and easy French bread recipe, just ask.
Jake helped his friend give a presentation/fireside last night about internet predators and internet safety for the youth and their parents. Creepy but important information. I went to the youth part, while Jake gave the presentation to the adults. It was really interesting to see reactions. There were a few who didn't listen, some who are just smart and aware and sponged up the info, and some who were terrified. I really worry about the ones who don't listen. Please let me have teenagers who will at least listen. As for me, between this and our identity theft enrichment presentation, there are definitely a few things I'm going to be more careful about.
I realize I shouldn't give my child a lemon to suck on. But I did. She was curious about it, so I let her have it. She started eating the peel, but wasn't about to give it back. Finally when she was crying because it tasted gross and crying because I was trying to take it way, I wrenched it from her, helped her spit it out, and gave her some water and trusty Teddy Grahams.