They never saw us coming

I woke up this morning with the itch to stitch and raided JoAnn's.

I picked up McCall's 6194 for toddler pj's, a $1 remnant (almost 3/4 yard!) and several 50% off flannels.

Thank goodness I started with the dollar remnant (top left you're-getting-veeeeery-sleepy pattern). From the way I was ripping seams, one would presume I have never sewn before, nor have I learned to read/lay out a pattern.  One leg is bigger than the other because I sewed both front panels together as one leg, and both back panels together as the other leg.

It's like his legs are going one direction and his tail is wagging in another.

(That line is stinking funny.)

(Don't you dare tell me otherwise because I'm still laughing about it.)

Speaking of raiding JoAnn's, I was wishing someone would just shoot me and put me out of my misery about five minutes into the store.  Zesty was being so very very 3 years old. Kept arguing AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE about everything he wanted, saw, didn't want to do ... his new phrase is "I do!" for what he definitely is going to do, and "I don't!" for whatever torture I'm subjecting him to at the time.

So it went something like this: "Stay by me, son." -- "I don't!" -- "Yes, we're turning no's into yesses today.  Hold my skirt or my hand to walk with me, or get in the cart." --  "I don't! Zacky walk! I do!"

It would be so adorable if it were your child. At one point, he dearly needed the firm hand of instruction applied to the seat of knowledge.  I quaked for just a small moment at the thought of spanking in public, and decided to just pull him into the clearance aisle of home decor fabrics gone so very very wrong  to take care of business.

When I was winding down and about to have the nice lady cut my fabric choices, he looked at me.  Oh no.  The very ESSENCE of NAUGHTY was all over him        - NO NO NO! and yes. He RAN.  All around the store.  It must have been the mother instinct, because surprisingly I had the presence of mind to snatch Pinky out of the cart to run after him, leaving the cart with my diaper bag in front of the counter instead of careening it through the bolts and knocking over the elderly ladies.

That little stinker darling is fast. I picked up quite a bit of speed when I saw him hightailing it for the front door. Pinky thought it was just the best thing ever, cackling so loud being jostled all over like that.

It was either a shriek or laugh moment, and I chose to laugh.  I'm sure the grandmothers in the general vicinity were cringing thinking "That young lady needs to get her heathen under control," but it's definitely more important that I stay in control of myself more than keeping him still at all times.  I just had to laugh, and tell him that we run around in our backyard and in the playroom, but not in the stores.

When I'm an old lady I hope my memory is intact so I'll nod understandingly instead of tsk tsk tsk under my breath :)