I'm Right, and That's All That Matters.

I took a chance and bought the girls a big gift for Christmas that I wasn't positive that they would love. A sewing machine. They loooooooooove crafting, but have only used a sewing machine with Grandma Kristi once when we visited her in Vegas. I am terrible at crafts and felt like I was making a huge sacrifice in buying them a sewing machine because I knew it would mean I would have to educate myself on it and that it would be painful for my non-crafty brain to take on.

Christmas morning, it seemed like the boys were receiving more presents than the girls . . . because they were. Gwen's face was growing more concerned with each present opening because Gwen is quite aware of all things fair and equal. I finally pulled out a large present for her and June to unwrap together, and Gwen exclaimed, "Oh good! This is going to be a huge LEGO set!" It wasn't. It was the sewing machine, and she cried because she was so disappointed.

I told my girls, "Look, I am happy to take this back and buy you LEGOs or give you money or something else. I didn't buy this because I was dying for you to have it but rather because I thought you would really enjoy it." And honestly, I would have been relieved to take it back because no sewing machine=less work for me. But in the end, they decided to have a good friend over to show them a few things and to see if they liked it.

And they loved it and have been sewing non-stop ever since.

Gwen made a bunch of little pillows to give as Valentine's gifts for a party we went to.

Bingo at said party:

The girls and I continue to see plays as often as we can. This weekend, we saw the musical version of Tuck Everlasting at Lancaster Bible College.

Right before we left, Gwen confessed, "Mom, I know you wanted me to look nice for the play, but I just got this stain on it." "What's it from?" I asked. "Well, I thought there was a piece of chocolate candy on the floor in my room, so I put it in my mouth. But it was dirt, so I spit it out, and it landed on my sleeve."

Well, okay then. Happens to the best of us.

The End.