I heard, "quilt."
"Isaac, honey, you already have a quilt. We made it months ago and has buttons on it. I know it's for Teddy, but surely he'll share."
"No Mom, a KILT."
"OH. That's another matter entirely. I'd have to have a pattern... and... " (picturing in my mind a Scottish kilt with all the pleats etc.)
Subject dropped so we could get to his sisters' softball game.
I forgot about it. Isaac did not.
After lunch, "Mom, I'll clear the table so we can make Lambie's kilt. I found the perfect fabric, and even white fabric for the inside."
Me, "WHAT?" (In my head. I did not say it out loud, thankfully!)
So, instead of a nap I so desperately craved, here's what I did this afternoon:
Button for the back of the kilt
Decorative button at the front of the kilt.
Apparently, it has the emblem from the Delaware flag on it.
Of course, Isaac would know that.
Of course, I would not.
Lambie in his finished kilt!
(I realized Isaac wanted the plaid fabric. He wasn't worried about the pleats. SO much easier!)
Grandma Sabourin's sewing kit
My sewing kit.
(Maybe I'm a tad OCD? Just a tad though.)
Everyone was happy. Except Lydia, who did not get an opportunity to sew today. However, she will soon. I promise.