I can sew! (Just not in a straight line.)

A year ago I decided to make pretty burp cloths. I bought some cloth diapers, ordered some pretty fabric, read the directions, and thought I could make pretty things like I saw for sale on Etsy. It looked easy. (Snort.) What the heck was I thinking? I got out my sewing machine that I had not attempted to use in several years, and something was wrong with the tension and all of the thread kept bunching up underneath. I got really frustrated and gave up.

Since we're fishing widows this week with the boys away, mom decided that we were going to make those pretty burp cloths that I had the stuff for and never finished. Mom helped get the settings on the sewing machine right and then ironed and pinned the fabric to the cloth diapers. I sewed the patterned fabric on to the cloth diapers and added trim to some. It was pretty frustrating, but I got a little better. Guess it helps if you can sew in a straight line!

Here are some pics of our work tonight. Here's Mom at work with the iron and then a few of the finished burp cloths. Just don't look too closely at the stitches!

Confession of a pre-adoptive parent: Yesterday I visited my friend Amy and baby Cooper who's three weeks old. I asked if I could change his diaper if he happened to go. I confessed that I don't think I've changed a diaper since I was a middle school aged babysitter. Apparently, that's a pretty funny thing to confess to a mother of four children. Cooper made some poo in his diaper and I had my chance. Amy was nice and warned me about little boys and the fountains they make when the business is exposed to cold air. I'm thinking... okay. People hold up the little squirmy legs in one hand, right? I didn't want to look like I was treating someone else's baby too roughly. Amy's laughing at/with me and getting out the camera and snapping photos. Haha. Funny. I removed his diaper, covered the business with a wipe, and sure enough... three seconds later... he wizzed all over as I was wiping the back end. So... I clean up the front... and as I'm getting ready to unwrap the new diaper... he lets out this HUGE fart and makes another poo pile for me to clean. Great. Again, Amy thinks this is just hilarious, and keeps snapping pictures. This baby had no mercy for amateurs. So, I get out some MORE wipes, take care of the back end AGAIN... and try to figure out how tight to make the diaper. At least I knew which was the front and which was the back. Holding three week old Cooper for over an hour was delicious. I loved to hear him breathe, sigh, snort, fuss... smell his baby smell... and touch his little sweet feet.