Yes, I’m talking about the toddler.
Last night, I was up too late sewing strips and organizing them for a string quilt I’m starting. Thank goodness I took a picture, though it was early in the process:
Because this morning, after getting 15 month old P out of her crib and shuffling half-blind to the kitchen to make some elixir of the gods (coffee), I noticed it became very quiet. Isn’t silence one of the worst sounds you can hear as a mom? I rushed out to find this:
What was I thinking? I’ll tell you what – nothing! Sane thought processing is not available to me until my blood is flowing richly with caffeine. I need to rig up an intravenous coffee system that turns itself on about 15 minutes before I’m ready to wake up. Now that would be an alarm clock!
Wish me luck as I try to reconstruct my quilt top based on that one, poorly-lit, half-finished picture.