Purple Tweed

Notes on this baby coat: never again make a lined coat without a serger. It's simply too much fabric. I broke needles. The serger fund is officially started.

Purple tweed coat fully lined in a super soft fuzzy something. I don't even remember where this fabric came from. Made with a Butterick 3785 pattern I quickly realized I didn't know how to read. Patterns. Psh. Who needs em? Well, probably me, but the pattern promptly turned into a loose guide because it wasn't meant to be a lined coat. But it needed to be... because it's very cold here. Balmy today at 6 whole degrees as I write this. The jacket turned out nicely enough, but alas, I misjudged sizes and then put the buttons on in such a way that made it seem even bigger. The coat that was intended for a 9 month old went to the 2 year old. And it fits her well. Oh, boy, the things I have to learn about sizing.

Notes on the Days

Corbin's favorite song: Doxology

Petra's favorite song: You Are My Sunshine

At 9 months, Petra is all over the place getting into everything she can. She pulls herself up and cruises around before falling *poof* onto her big diaper bum. She says dadadadadada ALL the time. But not mama very much. She prefers to feed herself and still puts absolutely everything in her mouth. The other morning she ate more pancakes for breakfast than I did. Also, she is an extremely light sleeper. Her hair seems to be getting more and more red... but that's probably just because she's finally getting more of it. Only 2 teeth still. Right on the bottom. Very sweet.

Corbin is 3 and loves Pocky, the color green (red second), school, reading, and is a huge fan of movies. He named his huge 6 foot long crochet snake from auntie Hannah... Chowder the Snake. Yep. Chowder. He's so goofy lately... he started telling jokes. They're not funny yet. He's got so much energy. It's probably because he still naps for 4 hours every day. I'm glad he does, because I need that quiet. He loves Petra and she loves him. But he likes to wrestle and she doesn't always... only sometimes. Corbin loves his aunts and uncles and grandparents. He talks about them constantly, wondering Who's coming to our house today? He likes to know where everything in the house came from.... what store or who gave it to us.

He loves running errands with me. The other day we went to the bank and there were plate-sized cookies and mint chocolates and they gave him a little Wells Fargo horse. When I say little I mean a large stuffed animal. He now thinks the bank is the coolest place ever.