I keep my ongoing hexagon project in a little basket downstairs on the side table next to the couch. This way I can pick it up here and there as I find time to sit and work on it a bit.
I really love this little hexie project.
The other day I was upstairs, taking a shower or some other necessity while the baby napped and Carver was left downstairs enjoying some Fireman Sam or Barney for a bit.
This is usually not a problem.
When I came back downstairs, I found this guy in some trouble.
He's just recently take a fancy to scissors and all the fun that can be had welding them.
Apparently my little hexie basket's days of going unnoticed by this little fella are over.
I found him working on this quietly on the couch.
I thought I had just found him in time and this was the only damage done. He said sorry mama and we had a talk about scissors and how we
only use kiddo scissors and we
only use them on paper
with mama helping.
Then last night I sat down to catch up on some Hulu with my hexie basket and I found this...
Lucky for him he was sleeping quietly and cutely in his bed so when I went in to "talk to him" about this new discovery,
he was looking so sweet and innocent I just had to laugh and kiss his cheeks and snuggle on him a bit.
I think I'm going to leave them so someday when the hexie quilt is done and old and we're wrapping his little baby in, I can look at those little scars and remember the curious little imp of a boy I was blessed to have and all the fun little rascally things he did.
After all, memories are what quilts are all about right?