We had one little one that didn't really want his picture taken.
(Ok, well, all of them didn't really want their picture taken, but he was the only one who dared cross this mother.)
The bow tie sewing experience turned out to be a lot less painful, and time consuming than the last time I made them. I don't know why sewing gives me anxiety. Might have something to do with this internal guilt I carry from 8th grade sewing class where I didn't finish my final skirt project because of my countless failed attempts at putting in a zipper. I can still see that purple material in one hand and that purple zipper in another.
I hate the word zipper.
I love the word velcro.