It also still serves as a bedroom for the wee man when we have sleepovers or naps during the day if I'm babysitting. We use his playpen and put it in the middle of the room. Trouble is his arms are growing in length. Imagine me finally enjoying some peace and quiet last night when I then heard "thump, thump, thump". That was the distinct sound of the wool dryer balls tumbling in the now turned on but otherwise empty dryer. He's a smart kid but Grandma isn't too dumb either. So after a chat I moved the playpen further away from the dryer. Problem solved! Slumber was enjoyed by all until about 2 a.m. He doesn't cry (usually) when he gets up in the night but he does chat, laugh and jump in his playpen. Party time! So I decided to attend to the little monkey to avoid waking the rest of the house (too late). This is what I saw when I opened the door:
Apparently those long arms can now reach my closet where my scraps are cut and organized into boxes according to size. This was the nighttime shot. I didn't turn the light on. I didn't want to wake him anymore than he was already awake. Apparently he does this most nights at home and eventually goes back to sleep without intervention. I do not remember my kids waking up in the night as toddlers, but apparently it's a thing. Little monkey. I couldn't see what was under this pile. It was soft so it was probably fabric. What wasn't soft was the thumping sounds going through the floor to the lower level where someone was sleeping. So I made the rookie mistake of taking him out of the playpen and into Grandma's bed with the promise that he would go back to sleep. As if!!
Long story short, he finally fell asleep in my arms on the couch after saying Goodnight Moon to the bright orb making a guest appearance through our livingroom window. Eventually I made my way back to bed at 5:00 a.m. after he was back asleep.
This morning I had to survey the damage. Whoa! That's 2" squares and 2 1/2" squares plus shoebox sized tubs of colours sorted appropriately.
Together the little boy and I sat on the floor to clean up the mess. I handed him the "big" ones for the "big" box and the "small" ones for the "small" box. I hope he learned that when we make a mess we need to tidy it up.
But a funny thing happened in the process. Grandma got inspired to dig out these squares and use them! I'm going to design my next pattern based on this fabric vomit on my floor and see what kind of trouble I can get into. Wish me luck!
Oh...and he's now napping (not in my sewing room LOL) and I'm writing this post. And then back to sorting my scraps again.
Happy Sunday everyone! I hope you are also playing with fabric. 💝😃
Until next time,