Today, it happened. The normal summertime tricks didn’t work. Wanna swim? Nope. Ride bikes? Not really. Jump on the trampoline? Too hot. Read? We already did that. So, then Emme suggests that we do “you know that thing where you use those white towels and sew stuff on them”. Oh, you mean needlepoint. “Yesss.” Ohh-kaay. So, I dusted off my box labeled “Needlepoint” , my flour sacks and my memory and they started their embroidery projects. Emme chose the cute little “Tuesdays , I iron” design from Aunt Martha’s patterns. (She was born a on Tuesday). Elea chose the Thursdays, “I’m shy” from a different set since she was born on Thursday…and consequently…is in fact, shy. Steve and I googled our “birth” days and I’m a Sunday while he’s a Monday. I copied the list below for your perusal and entertainment. Back to needlepoint, my youngest girls, who are 7 and 6, are really pretty good at this. I’m ashamed to say that I only learned how to do it a few years ago from my sisters-in-law, Julie and Vicki. But these girls have potential. Those little fingers can move…and now 2 hours and 27 needle rethreadings later…I’m begging them to stop. My eyes are starting to cross and they’re compulsively comparing who is faster, better, etc. Grandma Evadne would be proud.
Sunday’s child is full of grace.
Monday’s child is fair of face.
Tuesday’s child is full of woe.
Wednesday’s child has far to go.
Thursday’s child works hard for a living.
Friday’s child is loving and giving.
But the child that is born on Sabbath-day
Is bonny and happy and wise and gay.