Fabric

After talking with Amy about fabric, and in light of my new sewing machine, I was just itching to go to the fabric store today.

But my children hate the fabric store.

I really think they know that when we walk in that store, they will be stuck. Stuck with a non-responsive mom who hmmms and uh-huhs any question they have as I walk slowly down each isle admiring every single bolt.

Today, however, they must have understood how much mommy needed a little break. Because they were perfect.

Weston oooh and ahhhed with me, he pointed out things he liked, he didn't cry when I said we couldn't get an item he found. He played with a size Q crochet hook in its package... have you seen how HUGE those things are? He waved to the people surrounding us and was downright adorable.

Tave sucked on his two fingers and just watched it all with a sweet smile on his face. He laughed when Weston played peek-a-boo with him and not a single cry was uttered.

It was practically perfect in every way.
And, of course, I left with some fabric.