Pants for my sweet boy

I can't make this sound pretty, so I'll just say it. When I found out I was pregnant the second time, I really hoped for another girl. And those who know me, know that it took me some time to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have a boy.

In my mind, I had good reasons for only wanting girls..  Firstly, I knew 'how' to be a girl and secondly, I already had a little girl and loved that Mother / Daughter bond that we shared.  People with boys told me I was crazy, and that I would regret wanting daughters when they reached their teens. But my fears were mostly about not knowing what goes on in a boy's head - and wondering how I would help any son of mine through those awkward teenage years.   It was never that I wouldn't love him as much as I would a daughter, it was all about whether I could be a good mum to a son - without having had any experience as a 'son' myself.

But since having Andrew 4 months ago - a lot of those fears of mine have gone. I don't look at him and worry about whether I'm making the right decisions for him, and if I'm doing a good job as his mum.   Instead, I look at him and wonder how I could ever have lived another day of my life without having met him.

And so because I love him so much, I made him some pants. The pants are cute (they're from Anna Maria Horner's book), but they're nowhere near as cute as he is.

His first mama made item..

So I've realised that to fit sewing into my new '2 child' life - I'm going to have to seize moments whenever I can.  And so it was to be, on this rainy, Sunday morning  - while Lola played with stickers and Simon cleaned the kitchen - I stole time to make Andrew his first mama made item. And of course, it was the trusty, never fails - hat! (first blogged about here) Perfect for a Brisbane summer (although it would be better if it was waterproof this year).  I made him the toddler size, which I figured could be a bit big for him at the moment (being only 4 weeks old) - but he's growing at an alarming rate and too big is definitely better than too small.

I'm yet to 'officially' see his first smile (Daddy says he got one the other night when putting him to bed) - but I think this picture shows that a smile for his Mummy isn't too far off..