I remember a time when I had all my scrapbook pages planned out and ready to go. I would work on them Sunday nights as a way to do family history. I had the layouts already planned, I knew which paper to use (this is all digital, of course), I knew which pictures I was using, and where they were located. It was a great plan, I got stuff done, I was productive.
I remember a time when I worked on my quilting daily. I accomplished tons! I would work while Liz was at school, or dance, and at nights while the kiddos were sleep. Ahh, the beautiful colors would dance in my head as I laid down to rest each night, and I would dream of new fabrics I would someday get to design for Moda.
This is NOT that time.
This is NOT that time.
Alas, I am now just coming out of the early pregnancy funk. I walked into my sewing room this week with a breath of fresh air. I remembered how beautiful it was, why I loved it so much, and I vowed I would actually get those 8 quilts tops quilted. Of course, I didn't really start on those, but I did make a baby gift (a diaper clutch ...which I'll have to do a tutorial for on here....it is so fun, and I have an easier way to make it than published on other sites),and a new pillow for Elizabeth's room (I'll show you someday, I promise). I have felt so guilty for being so sick and exhausted this time around, Bj has had to really pick up my slack, and the organization of the house has really gone downhill. However, I can keep dreaming, of the time when I had energy, when I was organized, and on top of things, (okay, I might be kidding myself now...more on top of things might be a better description). Honestly though, if this baby is like any other baby I have ever had, life may be pretty chaotic for sometime....I'll just have to adapt.
I'm waxing very very long. But, I have to share about sweet Bj. I am so amazed by his childlike heart. Last night as he was reading in his scriptures, he read about butter and honey...which, of course, led to him thinking about how to make butter....which led to me looking it up on the internet. I thought that was the end of it, until after dinner tonight, he proceeded to make butter. He was so excited about it, and in Bj fashion, he made it a competition and made his butter in 1/4 of the time it said it would take. Bj is slightly (I mean VERY) competitive, and I love that he can compete with directions. He seriously makes me laugh everyday. The butter was very good, and now Bj has a new found love of buttermilk.