In the throes of tantrum city, Hayley ripped the foot off of “Cheep-Cheep”, a little stuffed knit duck that was actually meant to be an Easter decoration but to which she has formed an odd and spontaneous attachment over the past few days. I just sewed it back on. A seamstress I am not (you should see me trying to thread a frickin’ needle), so it’s not an beautiful job but the foot is back on and Cheep-Cheep is waiting on the kitchen counter for her tomorrow morning.
After almost three years, I *finally* feel like a real mother now that I’ve officially nursed a wounded stuffed toy back to good health.