Can somebody please tell me who said it was okay for this little bugger to grow up? My baby turned 4 on Sunday. I told him that he had to stay a baby, but he wouldn't listen. Spiderman was the theme of the day. He loved every minute of it. Right down to his favorite cake from Dewey's.
We spent his birthday and the holiday weekend at High Rock Lake. My brother and his family came and along with my parents and my sister's family, we spent the weekend sunning, eating, swimming and having fun. To amuse my dad, who spent the weekend egging me on, I decided to wakeboard. (okay, I haven't wakeboarded in years. I mean, when I say years, I mean like 10+ yeeeears!) I couldn't let the old man tease me. So, I got in the cold lake water. I listened to hecklers from the shoreline. (including my 4 year old that keep yelling not to do it. That, quote, "I was tooo old") And I wakeboarded. I got up on the wakeboard. I wakeborded until I thought I would crash going over the wake. I let go of the rope before I did a face plant in the water. I hurt my back wakeboarding. I hurt my arms and my legs and my hair! I.am.too.old.to.wakeboard!
I need to stick with what any self respecting, too-old-to-wakeboard girl ought to. I need to stick to sewing.
These are a couple of the quilts I have in the works right now. My summer of, get some stinking UFO's done continues....
good thing you don't have to lift your arms above your head to sew...
(because I can't)
By the way, I'm thinking a Giveaway might be in the works!