I mentioned my domestic-tivity yesterday.
Fried chicken. Clean sheets. Hot breakfasts. Folded towels in cabinets.
I did cook chicken nuggets and BlueBox mac-n-cheese tonight just so as not to throw my family into a full blown shock from the healthy home-cooked from-scratch meals.
Tonight though, I've been working on this.
I have a habit of starting things and then putting them away for awhile and then dragging them back out when the notion hits me. And since I'm being all June Cleaver, then I dragged out the goods.
And I guess the boys thought it looked like fun.
And before I could lose my thread scissors for the 56th time, I was busy threading needles and tying off ends for the boys.
And smiling to myself as they tried to construct something out of leftover toille and black herringbone. Cuties, I thought.
And then they showed me what they made.
The redheaded offspring made a shirt. Albeit fit for a pirate wench, it is still a shirt.
And the eldest offspring made a pillow. Complete with a monogram for his baby brother.
Their daddy? Uh...not so much.