The last little while Tinsley has been honing her homemaking skills. While Im glad she is taking interest in sewing, cooking and make up I just wish she would let me help her.
I walked into my little corner and found her working away at my sewing machine. She was using a seam ripper and working on a piece of interfacing. If you look closely you can see her cheeks sucked into a pucker as she concentrates.
This time I was sitting at my desk on the computer and I turned around because I could hear Tinsley doing something. She had my hammer that I use to attach snaps on my bags and wallets, and she was hitting a button that she found. She would whack it, it would fly a couple feet away and then she would retrieve it and do it again...
She also has a love for playing with my scissors. I try my very hardest to put them up, but that doesn't always guarantee that she wont get them. This was a piece of a diaper bag that I was just about to sew together, but Tinsley found it first and snipped away. Luckily I had enough fabric to cut it out again.
Rest assured, she doesn't only like to play with scissors and hammers, she also loves to play by my stove. Not once or twice, but three times I have caught her sitting in this spot after she had dumped out my spices so that she could "help" make something. I do love her determination to do these things though. I would rather my children take interest in Sewing and cooking and cleaning than all the worldly things that other kids thrive on. My children fight over who gets to help me stir, who gets to fold that pile of towels mom set aside just for them, and who gets to out the dishes away.
There is a reason that silence means trouble in our house... and these are just a few of those reasons, but if she hadn't of done these crazy things I wouldn't have these "fun" memories. Even though both my girls can be crazy I wouldn't trade them for anything.
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