All children are born unique, and for some children their uniqueness is subtle, but others are obviously and magnificently different.
Jack has always been utterly unique and in a world of his own, and although when he was younger that often took a little extra working out, he is now just such a joy to be around.
Not that he really notices
|a whopping 6 fairy baskets on his birthday tree|
We took him, and a couple of his friends, to the Milky Way. A huge corrugated iron building with a soft play area, a death slide, a farming museum, dodgems, and a number of other bizarre attractions which seemed to be all manned by one guy called either Greg or Captain Cosmic, depending on which attraction he was currently spearheading.
The boys thought he was great
This was a particularly important bit of creating I finished in time for his birthday. I had nearly finished before his Birth-Day, but not quite!
I planned and cut and sewed this during the days leading up to my due date six years ago. I hid myself in the dining room with a portable gas heater in the dead of winter, and I was still sat at my sewing machine, determined to finish, when the real rushes of labour brought the whole enterprise to a frustratingly premature halt.
And that was the last time I had worked on it, until a week ago.
It had been intended as a cot bumper but six year old boys have little use for a cot bumper. Instead I put looped bias tape at intervals along the top and strung it from a piece of doweling.
It is now hanging from the side of his bed, but once I have painted it will hang on the wall beside his pillow.
I can't wait to paint!