I was busy cleaning house. Little by little, Gideon had been gathering items and setting them up on the train table. When it was all set up he stepped back and said…
…”Mommy! I having a tEa Pa-ty! All my f-ends be here sOOn!”
Photographically speaking this isn’t a good picture. The lighting is all off.
But I love it. The look on his face says everything.
Gideon is a quiet little guy but there’s a lot going on inside of him. Lately I’ve been struggling to understand him; to help him navigate through this new stage in life. He’s trying to find his place, were he fits into everything and he doesn’t always have the tools he needs to do that. Jude is so different; he commands attention. Gideon can get a little lost in the shuffle and I need to make sure that doesn’t happen. He’s such and amazing boy, so strong and determined, so full of joy.
He has been helping me empty the dishwasher lately
Friday morning I stole some time and worked on a little project for the boys’ room. I bought this sweet little quilt for two dollars at a garage sale and decided to cut it up and make pillows.
My ever present helper.
I liked the bright colors and random sized blocks, and they only cost me $4.00 to make.
Now I just have to decide what to do with the rest of the quilt. I thought about making some funky owl shaped pillows or maybe Christmas stockings?
Of course “stealing time” always comes at a cost. The house took a big hit and the children were on auto pilot the whole morning.
Jude spent the morning being an artist.
Gideon was an architect.
Eliza was doing her best fire truck impression ~ wailing and spraying lots of fluids.
Besides making the pillows, I almost finished one quilt top for the boys beds. That’s a hard sentence to type because I really dislike not finishing something I started, but small children and finished sewing projects don’t really go together. Maybe I can steal some more time soon.
The last of the summer cosmos are sitting on my kitchen table. A gift from my Mom. Just one gift out of the many she has given me this week. Help when I needed it, encouragement when I was frustrated, dinner invitations, and had lots of love and patience to give to my children when I had very little left.