... is what my mama says. We had to say goodbye to her visit yesterday. It was so awesome to have her stay with us and get reaquainted with Edie. The days went whizzing by (oh yeah, Edie's pretty much potty trained right now). It was a blissful ten days. My mom loves her coffee like me so she understands the importance of downing one before anything else can happen at least without the same fun levels, she loves Edie so she played with her pretty much constantly allowing to get vast amounts scratched off of my to-do list and she loves sewing so was able to give me a tutorial on making the Olivia dress.
Gawd, it turned out so cute and Edie loves it. She always refers to her "petitcoat". "Can I take my petitcoat off?" she says. So dang, darn-it cute. Makes me kick myself for quiting the talking with an English accent around her plan because that would have been just too precious; "Mummy, may I relinquish my knickers, frock and petticoat, please?" with a little bit of a Von Trapp child's accent sprinkled in.
The dress making was kind of a tag team effort. "Kind of" because it started out with my mom cuts this while I sew that, then I cut this then she sews that. But it turned more into I put this down to nap and you finish that. But though I was MIA for the last bit of construction my mom was good at filling me in on short cuts and tips and tricks that her decades of seamstressing has taught her. Of course, above all it was nice to just hang with her all day long over coffee, beer and Edie and laugh lots and open myself to her motherly advice and unconditional love.