This definitely has to be one of those environmental vs. genetics issues that I so often come upon, having four children who sometimes seem that they are from outter space. 

Remember a few weeks ago, my husband went dumpster diving at the local dump, and brought home a (still) broken gate?  Sure, someday, he’ll put it to good use {rolling eyes}.

Yesterday, JD got a bit of heat / sun stroke.  He spent too much time out in the Texas heat, and ended up with a pounding headache, upset stomach and could barely move from his chair.  So, after saving him from the kids and making a library run, then coming home for lunch, we settled down to nap – and to give the dad-person some quiet time to ease his aching head.  When I get up from nap, I leave and come to my office to wake up and consume copious amounts of Mt. Dew, so I can be nice again to my family (and they thank me for it, too).

When I returned home after my wake-up time, I went to my sewing room….and saw this on my cutting table:

At some point, during my nap (I truly sleep like a log), DD#1 got bored, so she went sneaking through the house, looking for something to do.  She went into my sewing room and saw all of the scraps from the flannel quilt I put together over the weekend in my TRASH BAG, and nabbed every one of the little triangles, along with a spool of thread and a needle, and went slinking back through the house to her bedroom.  Then, she patiently sat down and hand-stitched the triangles together into squares, and then into one big quilt block.

Her technique was good, though she didn’t tie off or knot her strings, so that little yellow star piece you see is because there’s a big hole where the squares didn’t quite come together.  And the edges of it are all free and loose because she just cut her thread without thinking about knotting it at the end.

But, that’s criticizing the wrong thing. 

She was ingenious and resourceful, which she MUST get from ME!

Then again, she went dumpster diving, and I am blaming her DAD for that little tidbit of genetics!

(and I’m not a bad mom — I gave her more scraps & fabric & more instructions on what to do next – and I have no doubt that she’ll make the most of what she has started).