I know it has been forever since I've posted anything, but the time just keeps passing, and events keep happening, and I start to feel so behind that it is slightly overwhelming, and so I keep not posting...and thinking all the time that I should so we can have SOME record of all the fun stuff we're doing. So instead of taking the time to do all the updates and posts that I should, we're hanging out today, me and my girl, while Logan is working away some seriously long hours. And I thought, while my girl is eating her lunch, I'd share a funny quick story from this last month. Logan and I decided it would be fun to make a skirt for our girl with some patriotic fabric at the beginning of the month. We picked out some cute ones together, and Logan decided he really liked the patchwork skirt I put together around Valentine's day, and that using the same idea would work with some patriotic fabric. I was a bit skeptical, but we did it, and it came out pretty cute. I even got to try out the ruffler for the sewing machine, and it is fantastic on the right project! So, we got to the first weekend in July, and I was telling my girl about how it was going to be the birthday for our country, the United States of America, and that we would celebrate by going to the parade and making a special treat, and having glow sticks. She and her Daddy picked a flag out for her to wave while I got the fabric cut. She was so excited! So, Sunday, July 3 arrived, and when she woke up, she excitedly said, "Can I wear my country skirt today?" It took me a minute to figure out what that meant. I said, "Yes you can wear your patriotic skirt today!" So we got her all dressed, and she LOVES it! She only wore it for the couple hours at church, then took it off to save it for the parade the next day. When the 4th finally rolled around, she was very excited to wear her 'country' outfit again. I kept trying to tell her it was patriotic, for Independence Day, and she kept insisting that it was a country skirt for the country's birthday, and that she was going to wave a country flag. I had Sousa marches playing that week, and she also kept referring to those as 'country' music, that made her feel like marching. At the parade, she kept referring to every flag she saw as a country flag, and the bands were, of course, playing country music. It was so funny to me, because even though I know what she meant, those descriptive words just have a different connotation to me. So, here she is, my country girl, who just LOVES her country! (even though she is still confused about what the differences are between a country, a state, a town, and a continent ...we're working on that).
The country dress on my country girl:
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