Miss Q is crawling.
It’s not pretty, nor is it consistent, (she sort of looks like a confused tadpole on her way to becoming a frog) but she’s doing it.
I tell you, it nearly made this besotted mama cry.
Then I really did cry because I realised my time for Q-proofing the house has arrived.
Possibly, if I’d been organised like my mother always is (I means it’s not like I couldn’t see this coming) I would already have done this.
But why change form now?
Instead I’ve spent the evening working on a distraction quilt in preparation for our upcoming commutes – two weddings in regional Australia and one in New York.
It’s the idea of a fellow mother and traveller friend of mine.
She attached zippers, buttons, different fabrics and so on to a sheet of fabric and it entertained her son from here to…well at least until they’d taxied out of the airport anyway.
So I thought I’d do the same.
Only she can sew.
And I can’t.
So I used superglue and have just googled how to remove superglue from your fingers…and also your wedding ring.
I try.
Really I do.
But as is usual with anything crafty, my enthusiasm far outweighs my abilities.
Perhaps my sewing skills will improve in tandem with my daughter’s ability to crawl.
I sure hope so, otherwise we’re both in trouble.
