Posts tagged mother
When you’re a mother of all boys, there are some topics and items you don’t shop for much. One of those items would be sewing machines for beginners. There’s not really a whole lot of sewing going on at my house. There used to be, though. I took home ec in high school. I’ve made my share of pillows. I think I even made a dress once. (Pretty sure I never actually WORE it, however.)
Now, there SHOULD be some sewing taking place at my house. I’m a bit, well, short. Pants aren’t easy to find. I have rolls of that stitch witchery tape so I can hem them with an iron. However, I’m always catching my heels in my hems and ripping out that darn ironing tape so actually altering the pants with a sewing machine is probably not a bad idea. In fact, I suspect that’s one of the reasons most people have a sewing machine – for alterations. What a novel concept!
I’m starting to think that I need a new blog, one that just focuses on my six year old. He’s great blog material. He’s my little blogger boy. He’s a blog-o-rama. I often tell him he should have his own show. Take yesterday, for example, when he greeted me in the morning as I was getting ready for work with a fistful of dollars in his hand.
Yes, we have rules at our house. Maybe not super-strict, uncomfortable rules, but they’re not too shabby where kids are concerned. No computers or TV in the bedrooms. Limited computer time. Limited TV time (when we remember to enforce it). Bedtimes are strictly required during school. Chores on a regular basis.
When I say goodnight to my children, it’s usually, “Night, night pumpkin pie.” I’m not sure why. Maybe I got that from my folks. Maybe because I love pumpkin pie. Maybe because my kids are so cute and sweet I think of them as pumpkin pie. Recently, however, my middle son informed me (after I had called him pumpkin pie for maybe the 1000th time in his life), “Mom, I don’t really like pumpkin pie. I prefer apple.”