I have been in a baby girl sewing frenzy lately. I think I got sick of sewing baby stuff, then got sick of sewing and just
Little Bee wore her new shirt to MOPS on Wednesday and then to her Auntie's, who watches her when I am at work. My last words before I left were "please put a bib on her if you give her some of that chocolate ice cream that I know you are hiding from me because I just made that shirt" Okay so that's almost what I said. My poor little sweetie is wanting so bad to run but her tiny feet can't keep up with her brain, or in my language, she lacks neuromuscular coordination (ain't I smart?) and in her quest for speed she apparently fell right on her nose about ten minutes before I came to pick her up! Awwwwww. Good thing I wasn't there - I would have cried more than she did. The shirt that Auntie so carefully kept chocolate free suffered the consequences of a lack of neuromuscular coordination. Oh, and so did Little Bee's nose. So that's how the Amy Butler shirt became the Amy Blooder shirt. Don't tell Amy...