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Building a Boat


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Nicholas has always had a bit of a fascination with boats.  He will spend hours sitting quietly studying the details of boats whenever he is given the chance and has produced many wonderful sketches of boats and their surrounds.  A couple years ago we lived by the waterfront, right across the road from a quiet anchorage and he spent hours, days, weeks even, quietly observing each and every boat. If a new one came in, he knew immediately or if one was missing, he spotted it. He would discuss boat designs in detail with his Pa, who knows a thing or two about this subject, and they would kayak around the boats discussing the designs of each.

Recently this fascination has turned to a new direction – a desire to build his own model boat. A desire which I’m sure he will fulfil in good time, but at the moment he is studying designs, plans, kits and weighing up the pros and cons of each. It will be interesting to see the result of all this planning and thinking. In the meantime though, I’m enjoying being his Mum and observing him grow and develop into his own unique person, with his own creative ideas and the ability to turn these ideas into reality.

With his head spinning with model boat plans and a quiet afternoon to fill, he joined forces with his younger brother and built these. The craft cupboard supplied the pegs; the toothpicks came from the kitchen and my sewing room was raided for fabric sails. Quick and easy model boats which then provided many hours of creative play for brothers and sister alike.

Sewing Boys Shorts – again

Once again I find myself at my sewing table with a need to add to my youngest son’s wardrobe. Shorts, again…. Well his wardrobe wasn’t completely lacking in this department, it’s just that the last batch of shorts I made – 6 in all for this toilet training boy – didn’t have pockets. What a terrible oversight made by this Mummy. I thought I’d just quickly run up some simple shorts so I had a few spare pairs, nothing fancy, just using whatever fabric I had on hand (not really ‘photo worthy’). But… this two year old of mine has his own sense of style, obviously. The first time he put these shorts on, he looked and looked but couldn’t find the pockets. After much convincing he did leave them on but, had to wear a jumper with pockets. And this has continued, he wears these shorts only with one specific jumper – the jumper with pockets. All well and good if the weather suited wearing a jumper. But in our sweltering, hot, summer weather this causes all sorts of issues. What an oversight, this Mummy not putting pockets in the shorts.

So this time I’ve gone back to my tried and trusty pattern (which you can see here and here and here) and made him two pairs of shorts – complete with plenty of pockets!! These are very similar to the shorts I have in my shop.

But, oh dear, I am struggling with these shorts, I cut out the wrong size … late at night, not thinking and all that. So he now has these two pairs sitting in the cupboard waiting for next year and I’m back to the sewing room today for another instalment of making boys shorts.

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The Red Shirt Brigade

‘Mum can you wear a red shirt please?’

I looked up in my semi-still-asleep-state to see my Alexander grinning from ear to ear wearing … a red shirt, holding ….. a similar red shirt for me to dress his younger brother in.

‘It’s important Mum, and you need black pants as well.’ These words were mumbled as he ran down the hall on a hunt for his brother’s matching black pants.

The tone of voice and excitement with which it was filled, instilled within me the absolute importance of getting dressed just right on this morning. Both boys had cars printed on their shirts and unfortunately I couldn’t produce one quite like that – but red shirt and black pants were found and became our attire for the day ahead. The Red and Black Crew he christened us or maybe it should be the Red Shirt Brigade, hmmm decisions. Both names stuck and were used interchangeably which seemed to work just fine.

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Breakfast was gulped in a hurry because there was a day ahead to be lived and the sooner it gets going, the sooner the fun could begin. We proceeded to organise the older two children and dropped them off at a friends house for a day of study – wooo hoo – I suspect this friend’s Mum is rather more academically rigorous than I am and the children knew this, but it didn’t damper their excitement – win win all round, I say.

Then it was home for a whole day with just Mummy, Alexander and Eamon. What an rare treat. In fact I can’t really remember if it’s ever happened before. Just the three of us to do…..? to do….? whatever it is little boys like to do?

Our special day was spent entirely indoors, due to the moisture falling from the sky. But that didn’t damped any spirits. Cars, painting, drawing, bouncing balls, snap (with Princess cards, no less), snakes and ladders…. the list continues.

In reflection, what we did was really not that important. What caused the great excitement was the anticipation of special time spent alone (or almost alone) with Mum. An opportunity to be all grown up and special. A time to be the biggest boy and make Mummy a special morning tea. A whole day to do just whatever this five year old wanted and included his little brother of course, which just added to the fun. And really a time for Mummy to shower love on these two little boys who go along with the rhythm of this family just nicely but at times it seems as if life flows swiftly around them and they need a special day – just for them.

For me it was a wonderful, focused opportunity to be a student of these children again. To study them, figure out how they tick, delight in the way they have grown and share in their absolute joy and love for this life they live.

Ahhh. How I love these special Red Shirt Brigade boys. Maybe I’ll have to figure out a way to make this a more regular occurrence.