It's another overcast, chilly day here. The oldest is working on her Amelia Earhart report, the youngest is sleeping, and the middle is building with his Legos.
I still get fluttery in my stomach when I think about the fact that I have three children now. That's enough to have one in the middle. I am the middle child in my family- it's a special spot. One of distinction, even!
With everyone quietly at work and at rest, I have found myself cutting out another peasant blouse for my baby girl. This is the fourth one I have made for her, but only the third wearable one. The first was riddled with "learning", and passed over to the doll chest.
I have had this fabric forever in my stash. Never touched. Just waiting. It's funny to think that I bought this before there ever was a baby Birdy, and now it is just the thing to wrap her up in. It never grows old- the wonderful way this world works.
Here is a blurry Instagram shot of Miss Birdy in one of her shirts. Another buttery, soft Anna Maria Horner voile. If you want to join me on Instagram I'm @herbanhomestead. Hope to see you there!