Kaeley's Christmas Dress

Excuse the crazy pose Kaeley's got goin' on. It's so hard getting a good picture out of my kids.

Anyway, here is Kaeley's Christmas dress. I made it out of an adult red sweater that my mother handed down to me that was handed down to her... brand new! I just cut it and sewed it back together using a tutorial from one of my favorite blogs: Make It and Love It.

Yesterday morning I woke up in a close to panic mode. All I could see around me was mess, paper work, a check book that wasn't yet balanced, receipts everywhere. Then I began to think about the sewing that I hadn't done yet and where was I going to find the time to do that!?! It was just crazy, and now that I look back on it, quite irrational. However, it was time to go to church. All while I dressed the kids and was not a fun person to be around I thought, "I could just not to go to church. That's it. I can glorify God by doing my paperwork while listen to worship music! Oh, but I am committed to children's ministry. Well, it's not my week to teach, maybe Brenda will find a replacement for me so I can just go to church." On and on it went until I was actually in the church's parking lot.

Once I got through the doors and children went into their separate classes I began to feel so much better. That happens to me a lot actually. I will have a very rough morning with the children, I'll leave the house (don't worry, I bring them with me) and I feel better. I think it helps to leave the place of disaster and go out into the world that's still functioning without my craziness.

We had a very nice class. There were fifteen first graders. One of the girls was wearing a short sleeved dressed and tights. I asked her if she wasn't cold. She looked at me like I was nuts and answered without hesitation, "No. I'm warm-blooded."

In worship the children were asked if they had any prayer requests to share with the group. You know how often a child will raise their hand even before they know what they're answering? Well, Kaeley's hand shot up in the air. I was standing off to the corner of the room with my own class, and Kaeley was more in the middle with hers. She stands up and fumbles around with, "I want to pray for my mommy..." I thought, "Uh oh." It wasn't a very good morning. I thought for sure all my skeletons were about to be yanked right out of my closet. Everyone around me do the "ahh..." thing, but I just cringed. "I want to pray for my mommy, because she made this dress for me and I love her very much."