danger magnet

That Cass sure is addicted to danger. Name a dangerous object, any object...he wants it. If he shouldn't have it, he's attracted to it. If he REALLY shouldn't have it, he's already got his chubby 'lil hands on a stash.

Just this weekend, he's come across no less then 28219 dangerous items. Things like safety pins, a box of exacto blades, bottles of bleach water or other cleaning agents, cat poo, paint trays...he is such a boy. But he's also a sweetie, because every time he finds something dangerous and then actually manages to get his hands on it, he immediately brings it to me - he runs up with the item in his hands, and kinda throws it in my lap or the nearest flat surface, and then looks up at me ever so innocently as if to say "Here Mama, you left out the glue gun so I brought it to you."

Such a helpful little monkey :)

There are, of course, times when he doesn't immediately hand over the goods. I might find him under the kitchen table, or perhaps behind the green couch, being very, veeeery quiet. That's when I know something's up. Anyway, when I ask for the item and he hands it over (which he always does, bless his heart), you would think the world was ending - tears, screams, absolute sobbing. Sometimes I can't help but giggle - it's just too funny.

Kinda like this. I believe I had removed some pens from his possession.

But 25 seconds later, he's found an (hopefully) age-appropriate toy and is back to being my little giggling goon.

Ah, toddlerhood - so fickle, so fun :)

Happiest No. 2

Sunny bright happy curtains in the kitchen. We have a local fabric store, G Street Fabrics, that has a massive selection of upholstery and curtain facbrics. Typically I find the majority of their selection to be too "safe" for my taste, but I do like to rummage through the $5 stacks for backdrops on photo shoots, or just general time passing. A few weeks ago I found this lovely, happy print and zipped up some curtains for the sliding glass doors. I will share that I cheated - the long edges are sill selvages, and not true seams. You can't tell the difference now that they're hung. Whatever - kid only naps once a day, you do whatcha gotta do. The rest of the kitchen is still a work in progress, and that progress is s.l.o.w. 

 They drop completely to the floor and I heart them. Next up will be sheers for the back wall o'windows. Sewing sheers is fun, fun! NOT.

Cameron and the goop on Superbowl Sunday. I believe Cam was mimicking Cass at this particular moment. It's a pretty dead-on impersonation, if you ask me - but you didn't, so I'll just share my opinion anyway. Uncle Sean gave Cass a Steeler's hoodie for his first Christmas, and he wore it with pride.

A (whispers to herself) finished living room. At least for now. There are a few tweaks here and there, but it's pretty close to complete.

A few of Cameron's earliest framed photos. Pinwheels from our wedding. 

Part of my vintage jar collection.

 My handmade wedding bouquet, based on a kit purchased from Princess Lasertron.

The child has learned to crawl down, and up, the steps now. He goes down the stairs veeeery carefully, and it's hilarious. 

 "I did it all by myself Mama." Bless his little heart. 

These litte stacks of lovelies will be made into something even lovelier. I am waiting on a delivery from Sew Fresh Fabrics, and then a new storm of crafting shall commence. Or, a very, very slow drizzle of crafting. Cuz ya know, it's not like I have other things to do - laundry and taxes and meals to cook and contracts to write. Nah, I think I'd rather play with fabrics and patterns all day.