Bub and I went to a playdate with my MOMS club today.
We made these vases and these flowers.
I highly recommend both of these crafts, provided you are not the person responsible for preparing the supplies or cleaning up afterward.
As you might imagine, Bub was interested in this craft for all of 32 seconds so I completed both the vase and the flower for him.
He had a good time running around with the older boys and pushing around a pink stroller with the girls. For the second time this week I'm reminded that my boy is no longer a baby and that he is more and more able to participate in activities, rather than just watch from his perch on my hip.
It was a good day, an easy day.
Then, a small gust of wind knocked our vase to the ground, where it shattered. We could have made another, but the only thing I wanted less than to leave without our craft, was to leave with a vase covered in sand and wet glue.
I almost cried.
This is completely irrational. We're not talking about something that my kid had slaved over, hell, he hadn't even looked at it long enough to recognize it.
I'm not sure what's wrong with me.
No, I'm not pregnant.
Yes, I'm sure.