Whenever I get around my mom, it's like my body says, "Oh good, now someone else is here to take care of things," and it promptly falls apart. I swear her plane lands and I immediately get sick.
But even though I've spent roughly half of her visit feeling pretty under the weather, I've still managed to get a lot done. Pirate now has a few things to wear, and the new nursery and toddler rooms are coming together. Thanks in huge part to mom using every spare minute sewing the new crib bumper, which turned out fantastic.
When she wasn't slaving away at the sewing machine or stove, or listening to her youngest daughter whine and moan, my mom is the type of person who whips up a milk carton swing for a baby doll.
She rinsed it out and drew the lines with sharpie marker, then cut around them.
She braided some cording for the handles (but any kind of rope would work).
She decorated with some flowers and swirlys.
Then hung it from the pot rack. Pigtail was thrilled.
Would you ever even think of such a thing?! This is why I have the coolest mom on the planet.