After a 6 mile run on the greenway this morning, picking out a watermelon at Trader Joe's, being disappointed because Run For Your Life is closed on Sunday and I wasn't able to get any Clif Shot Bloks, disappointed and slightly pissed to find that I had ordered a 4x6 picture of Heath for his school cubby and was to be picked up at Rea Road location and there are three Rea Road locations and I was not at the right Rea Road location, Mark suggested he take the kids to see his mom while I got crackin' on those school bags. Crack, I did.
Stella's lovely number.
Heath's. He took one look at it and shouted, I'm ready to go to school!
When I finally got them in bed, and out of the bags, I was able to make some drawstring (ribbon, actually) adjustments. Hopefully it won't be hanging so insanely long.
Mr. Transportation. Ready for work! I mean school!
Mr. Transportation. Ready for work! I mean school!
Too busy to stop and take a picture that isn't blurry. She's thrilled with her bag that is as long as her body.
I even managed to line them with a couple of old pillowcases from Granny's house. The lining seems to give them the extra durability that I am quite certain these bags will need. Of course, they could still very well be completely destroyed by the end of the week.
So glad they're finished. Did I have to make these backpacks? No. Could they survive with some old Harris-Teeter reusable bags? Yes. Do I realize that it's only preschool? Yes. But Heath and Stella are only almost 2 and almost 4 once in their little, flying-fast lives. And I made 'em some bags.
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