Upon the arrival of the bus, Roan and I use to have this routine. It started with a hug and a kiss, a high five and then a bump. and ended with waving until the bus turned the corner and we could no longer see one another. All upon the request of a sweet little boy.
With the blink of an eye he changed his tune and I had to adapt to his next growing-up stage. Now I get a kiss blown to me before anyone sees and a hug before we leave the backyard. I miss those moments when he would just reach up to hold my hand. Life’s bitter sweet like that and I’ll take what I can get.
If you catch them at the right age it’s not all about Legos and Star Wars or hiding affection bestowed upon your mother. You can still make them (or their mom really) something sweet and homemade to be loved for a bit.
There are some other details added in if you look close.
I’ve had this corduroy for ages and finally pulled it into a project. In fact I’ve had all those fabrics for ages. It’s fun to dig around in the stash.
As usual I lined these with muslin and serged all the edges, perfect for the wash.