Back to the Future

I kinda let this slide. For two years.

Excuses I’ve pondered:

• I accepted that CEO position. Finally. It kept me busy.

• I accidentally had four more kids. They’re a handful.

• I waited in line to see Star Wars. It was a really long line.

• I binge watched The Simpsons. That’s like, over 500 episodes. It was a time suck.

But, none of those would be true.

Instead, I listened, I shared, and I celebrated this once wee little guy. He’s not so wee anymore. He’s almost five feet tall now. He’s wicked smart. He questions the norm. He’s a mathlete. And, he is still L. Lovely and caring and hilarious and truthful and himself.

Jackpot.

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Fun with Felt

L came home yesterday with a special buddy. He decided he wanted to do a little sewing (again, I question if we are biologically connected as needle/thread aren’t part of my skill set or my vocabulary).

Directions for making “Pocket Penguin” (as told to me by L):

“First, you take a piece of black felt and you fold it in half
And cut out a shape that looks like an egg and
stitch around the sides but leave a little hole at the bottom
For stuffing him only you may not find real stuffing, so you can use
whatever is lying around that’s pretty soft and then
sew him shut and cut out the rest of the pieces and sew them on
And make sure you make his flippers big enough
Because otherwise they’ll come off, and you’ll spend a lot of time
Trying to find them, like I did, and then you’ll give up,
And need to start over, but that’s okay, because sometimes
It’s best to just start over, but keep going, don’t give up,
and sew on some buttons for eyes and then put him
In your pocket and he’s a forever buddy.”

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