No, I do not have anything to share. PUH-LEAZE and NO THANK YOU!
I am sharing this post for a reason…I didn’t cook anything special to share with you. That’s right, everything I made this weekend was total, complete crap. So here is a non-foodie post for you.
I get upset when new recipes turn out bad. It makes me sad.
Maybe that’s why I was so emotional.
And because I was so emotional, I got sentimental.
I got sentimental because my 10 year old is now almost as tall as I am.
Which made me cry.
Which made me wish my almost as tall as me 10 year old was a little bitty baby again and I could hold him in my arms and rock him to sleep and sing him songs and nuzzle his face without being told to get away. Or at least wait until his friends leave.
I typcially don’t save a lot of things. But one thing that I made sure I kept was my kids “coming home” outfits. I kept them in a drawer and everytime I needed to remember how little they were, I would get them out of the drawer and stare at them for awhile until someone caught me blubbering or hugging clothes with no baby in them. My family may or may not think I’m nuts.
They’re not moms. They don’t get it.
They also don’t get hormonal. Not that I ever do.
Or cry at hockey games.
Or When Starbucks has just run out of petite vanilla scones.
They just don’t get it.
So, instead of keeping these special keepsakes tucked in a drawer, I decided to put them on display, lovingly hung on the wall in their play room.
Simply, place your baby’s outfit in a shadow box and pin it with decorative hat pins.
Don’t leave those special things in a drawer. They are special for a reason and deserve a place of their own where they can be enjoyed and cherished.