What do you do when you've got a list of jobs a mile long? 

You make a slightly silly but pretty cap for a baby. Who doesn't really need a cap given it's late Spring and she needs a HAT for the sun. 

But anyway.

It was fun.

She's such a gorgeous pudgy pudding this baby.


I would have undoubtedly benefited from using a pattern. 

But where's the fun in that?

I think it needed to be a bit longer over the ears…

I think I'll go again. Longer. Maybe look for a pattern.

Because there's no point getting onto the to-do list till the very last minute, right?

Other highlights of today:

** My little man declared that he would (for the first time) walk himself into school. I stood next to the car and watched him marching in the gate. He turned around and waved. Gulp. Cue a few tears (mine, obviously.)

** I met the Country Manager for Nuffnang who I do my little bit of advertising with – lovely fellow. Relatively unruffled by a small breast feeding incident. (Could I just go to ONE meeting without needing to breastfeed? One might call that bad planning.)

** Tilly learnt a magic trick today. She sat on my lap and shouted "ABRACA-ZEBRA!" and made a marble appear in my ear. Any second now she's going to join the circus.

Hope you had a day of highlights. 

Anyone got a cap pattern?





15 Comments on “capped

November 11, 2010 at 10:27 pm

oh that is a top cap – so much better than the to do list. Also if you now go to your list and add ‘make cap’ you can immediately cross it out and just imagine how satisfied you will then feel!

November 11, 2010 at 11:06 pm

oh my goodness- he went off all by himself? R would never do that. but don’t you pop in for a gossip wth the other mums anyway?

cake update – i know you’ve been worried!

cooked beautifully, smells divine and cooked right through but just a small issue with getting it onto the rack, as in it split completley in half,

which is fine, because I am going to cut the middle bit out and into quarters anyway to ice it.
so fingers crossed ( again) it ain;t all bad

and if it works, you can take a pic and post it here!

November 11, 2010 at 11:36 pm

Too cute!!!! What a little pin-up baby Ivy is. Don’t go making me clucky again little Ivy!

You look like you’re doing just fine without a pattern for the cap, looks great.

Brave Henry, I think we are a long way from that stage still. But I guess you never know when they might surprise you…

November 12, 2010 at 7:08 am

Gorgeous, gorgeous baby, and the hat tops off the cutey factor nicely. Why do you need a pattern?

November 12, 2010 at 7:20 am

You know what, that is pure genius. Thank you.

November 12, 2010 at 10:28 am

great first pic!!!

Sarah B
November 12, 2010 at 12:52 pm

that top picture is absolutely beautiful, she is indeed a gorgeous pudding baby….

November 12, 2010 at 1:17 pm

Well done Henry! Tom walks himself in now too- it’s marvellous considering the nightmare parking around the school. The ‘kiss n’ drop’ zone makes mornings so much calmer…
Your sewing is streets better than mine! You do it and I talk about it while working on my To Do list. A leaf from your book I have taken and the sewing machine is out! Thankyou!

Estelle again
November 12, 2010 at 1:19 pm

Oh, and my favourite photo? #3.

November 12, 2010 at 4:11 pm

Ha. I will be forthwith adopting this method.

November 12, 2010 at 5:22 pm

Oh the cuteness!

November 12, 2010 at 10:31 pm

super cute bubba…

and glad you liked parsley bay. its wonderful there huh?

we visited ballast point park this week. i had never been to that bit of balmain before. it was great fun. there was just enough breeze to fly some kites too.

kim at allconsuming
November 13, 2010 at 6:50 pm

ZOMG – pattern shmattern that baby? NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM edible. Totally and utterly edible. Uterus aching.

November 14, 2010 at 9:16 am

Sounds strangely like Miss P’s version “aga-mazabra”. I almost don’t want her to learn words properly. My other current fave “vinokulasses” (binoculars)!

October 21, 2011 at 7:12 pm

Oh goodness, I remember that conversation: I’ll walk in by myself Mum, I DON’T NEED YOU… Great gasping sob as the backpack with a hat and shoes disappears down the path and through the gate. Then “ARE YOU CRYING MUMMY?” from the back seat. I was at playgroup on time for the first time since school began that morning.


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