We're having a lazy day around here. I'm sewing, the kids are playing about 19 different games every 5 minutes, and the house is a disaster. Peter is Batman one minute, AlphaPig the next, Diego after that, and then a secret agent -- I can't keep track of what I'm supposed to call him and I keep getting it wrong. Charlotte is lost in "Charlotte World" (as she calls it). If spring ever gets here, then maybe my sanity may return. Until then, I feel like I'm living on the edge. Thank goodness for Diet Coke.
But I digress. Today I sewed Charlotte a pair of knit shorts that turned out to be too big around the waist (I suffer from a complete inability to accurately measure her non-existant waist and get it wrong about half the time). So no pictures of that. Then, I took one of my old t-shirts and tried my hand at making a her t-shirt with some cool elastic at the shoulders from this tutorial. As long as you don't look too closely at it, it turned out great! I made it a little long because I hate it when her t-shirts ride up over her sweet little round belly.
Check out the modeling session we did in what little natural light we have coming in through the skylights in our eating area:
Cute, huh? Yes, Charlotte's hair is just a leeeeeeetle wonky. Please ignore the pajama pants.
I told her to pick some poses, and then it was off to the races. Look! She has arms like mine and her Auntie Ernie's, with the hyper-extended elbows! Let's just hope she doesn't get our eyebrows.
While I was downloading the photos, Peter said, "what 'bout ME?" So, I took a photo of the horrific outfit he's wearing -- a rash guard swim shirt (that used to feature Spiderman, but unfortunately the web slinger has long since peeled off), some pj shorts (not even the ones he wore to bed -- the ones he dug out of a drawer and insisted on putting one because they were "cool"), and his beloved Batman cowboy boots. Yes, it is currently only 47 degrees outside, but Peter feels no cold when fashion is at stake.
Looks like it's time to clean up our act and get things under control before Daddy gets home.







1 comment:
Oh. My. Gosh. I can't believe how old Cj looks?!?!?! GAH! Remember when they were just a couple of tiny nutburgers running around in diapers and drooling? SHEASH! Miss you guys! xo
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