Thank you for all of your sweet words and condolences on my last post, it meant so much to me! We are doing well. We miss Crouton, but we are glad he had a quick and peaceful passing. Omie, for her part, has been promoted to "end of bed" status, and I was joking that she probably thinks she died and went to heaven. When I invited her into the bed, she seemed uncertain at first, but once she hopped up, she got under the covers and practically melted into the soft mattress, heaving a deep sigh of happiness. If there was a tinge of "Finally, that other guy is gone and I am restored to my rightful spot!" detectable in her sigh, well, who can blame her? It is a fact that pit bulls will fight tenaciously ... especially for pillows, blankets, and comforters.
Life goes on.
Yesterday, Joe helped me take my sewing machine apart, clean and oil it, and put it back together. Joe is fascinated by machines and mechanics. Upon seeing all of the lint inside the machine, he said, "It's dirty because you sew too much!" Pretty much. He turned the hand crank and watched the "turny things" (a.k.a. gears) turn the bobbin case. When it came time to put it all back together, he helped me screw the case shut again. Like his father, Joe has great spatial sense and a knack for figuring out how things work. I have been promising him that I would start teaching him to sew - he can't reach the floor pedal right now, but my machine does have a start/stop button. To be honest, I've never even used the start/stop button, so I am completely clueless about how it works. I'm more of a "pedal to the metal" kind of gal, myself. Have you taught your child to sew? When did you start? Did you use the foot pedal or did you do it another way?
In other "maintenance" news, after blogging here for almost six years (!), I finally ponied up for my own domain name! I feel like a pro now. To celebrate, I updated my banner to include photos of both of my children. Crazy, right?
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts and joining me in this space.