Right. I'm trying not to take it personally, but it really does seem like the boy is conspiring against me. First he doesn't sleep (well, hardly ever) and now he grows. All of his new trousers are sitting an inch and a half above his ankle bone. An inch and a half! In a month!
Fine. It's a good thing trousers are simple to make and allow for a touch of creativity with embellishments and whatnots. Actually, I've made so many now that I slip into a meditative like trance by the time I'm reinforcing the crouch seam. Trouser zen: when I hem I hem.
Here we go with the first of the new set of boy trousers. Please note my superb mothering skills as the boy:
Stands on car
Dangles dangerously over the railing (tide was low so it's okay, right?)
Eats god awful amounts of chocolate
But cute pants right?