Old Fashioned Baby Bows

"I'd like to wear a rainbow everyday, and tell the world that everything is okay." -Johnny Cash
In my old school ways, I can't help myself but make these things in sort of ahem, quieter colors. These were packaged up and sent to a friend who just had the most gorgeous baby girl. I decided all these muted colors wouldn't do and did up one more, bright, eye popping yellow! You'd think I'd learn, making a zillion in these shades, and if I'm at some sort of show, the mom's want the craziest, blingiest, brightest pink you can find. 

Making tiny flowers out of lace, bits of fabric and other shreds of daintiness is a rare treat. Although my girl's never wore such finery in their own hair, I think the fluffiness of a bow on top of a little girl's bean is something special. They are only so pint sized for so long, before their bossiness sets in and these types of things won't be permissible. 

Sometimes I wonder if I had adorned my bundles of pink in some of these sort of Sunday best headbands, that it might have infused some more lady like behaviour in them. 

Opening the dryer, to pull out the clean, soft jammies that had been hiding in their home since yesterday, there on top of the clothes was a graham cracker crumbs box. It was unopened, mind you, but there it sat. Naturally, I started questioning my lunatic state of mind when I remember toddler #2 marching around the house yesterday with various odds and sods out of my cupboards.  Not two minutes later, toddler numero uno helped (and I use this term loosely) fold laundry in the living room when things seemed sort of eerily hushed in the kitchen. I know every mom out there is gasping and saying, "oh no, she didn't let thing's get too quiet!"  I peek in to see my Tuffie on top of the kitchen table, squatting precariously, digging around in her big sister's craft stuff. My presence didn't seem to alarm her at all, her blue eyes took me in and she started to clap and squeal. Sort of a "hey, look at me, I'm half gymnast, half AWESOME!" When dry rice skated across the clean kitchen floor, seeming to pool in every corner, while trying to fill the warm bags we were making, I should not have been shocked. 

This all happened before 10am. Coffee anyone?

Truth be told, if there was a hair bow that magically transferred good behaviour and set those lil' kids to sitting like small angels, I'm not so sure I'd want it. I kind of like their antics. Give me a kid with personality. 

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