What a day . . . wee Chaw-wee is teething . . . or something. And he was so cranky. I couldn't wait to get the boys in bed so I could just have some quiet time. Why did I ever want Benji to learn to talk? Oh how I wanted to lay on the couch. But then I saw the Christmas calendar and we only have 14 more sleeps. Better get back to the sewing machine.
This is Ben's 'Grinch' stocking and I'm quite pleased with it. It went together about a million times better than the last two. I guess I'm finally catching on. One more to go . . . I saved mine for last just in case it didn't get done. Oh - what a 'motherly' thing to do.
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