Everyone needed a favor, or a ride, or a babysitter, or several of the above the last few weeks, leaving me with no time to run my last few Christmas errands, and even less to make Rex's Christmas outfit. Finally on Saturday, I said enough was enough and didn't even do my dishes until I'd finished Rex's pants.
But I was rushed.
I was rushed sizing the pattern down.
I was rushed cutting the pieces out.
I was rushed assembling.
Rex cried when I put them on him, they were so tight.
So Saturday night, I took all the pieces apart and tried to re-cut the pattern, but a little bigger, but I didn't have enough material left and it was 9--all the stores were closed. So I added little triangle panels to the sides, redid the waist band, and reassembled the whole thing.
Rex looked like a hipster. The pants hugged his diapered-butt in non-Stake-dance appropriate way and came up to his socks. I made him wear them anyway.
Now they're in the too-small box. Maybe my next kid can wear them.
Sunday night we went up to UVU for a memorial/concert because this happened to my favorite building in Provo.
Rex lasted about 45 minutes and then we went home. The 2 songs of the concert we did hear were beautiful though.
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