How fortuitous, it’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day on Tuesday and I just finished a rather appropriate t-shirt I’ve been making for Sam, and which I’ve been struggling to complete because he refuses to go to sleep lately. *shakes fist*
In fact, I started the garment before we left for England, and as a result it’s already running a little tight on him. That’s alright though, we’ll just call it a prototype. I’m feeling especially smug about it because it’s also terribly thrifty, being made from some of Bill’s old t-shirts, and I’ve got plenty more of those where they came from, whether hubby likes it or not.
Oh dear, and here he’s slobbered on his new top already. *sigh*
I suppose it was nice that Sam was wide awake, bright eyed and bushy tailed, when I needed him to model his finished t-shirt, but I’m so glad he’s now finally passed out and slumbering in his swing. We’re currently too scared to move him to his cot in case he starts wailing again.