Why I'm a mom

This is why I don't work.
Sometimes I think about doing something on the side. I fully intend to some day. I even know what I am going to do (heres a hint it doesn't involve crafts). But every time I start to thinking about it, I think not yet. Why rush, enjoy my kid while I can. He is never going to be this young again. I have ton of years to do things (at least another 60), but my kid does not have a tons of time being young. People always talk about wishing they had babies again, but hardly ever express the same sentiment about teenagers. I have to enjoy my child while he still thinks I'm the coolest person on the planet. I'm sure by the time he thinks the opposite, it will have only seemed like a matter of seconds.
On a side note the thing I totally do not understand is the women who says they are done having babies but then says they are baby crazy so they wants to hold the babies at church. (Maybe I will one day, but considering I've never been baby crazy a day in my life I doubt it.)

My Signature

One of my very best friends in the world just had her first baby. I really want to go see them, but atlas I am here. I only saw her once in the beginning of her pregnancy, and so its kind of hard to believe she is also a mother. But I bet the baby is dang cute. Her family loves dang cute babies, so they wouldn't settle for anything else. Anyway this is the blanket I made. You have no idea how hard it is to find non-florals calicoes in the spring.

Glass beads

I made this for my niece. (Don't hate me becky for not thinking of this for your daughter.) Seemed like a good idea, until I spent the money on the beads and sat staring at them. I don't think it was such a good idea, but my mother thought it was. Anyway, I made this, and hopefully no one expects me to make another when their daughter or son turns 8.