I whipped up a skirt for my 7 yr old today. I was in the middle of cutting out my new pattern, and my husband and I were trying to ignore the absolute SCREAMING and fighting going on in the living room. We genuinely thought they'd be able to figure it out, but no, the screaming got louder and louder and the accusations that were flying got worse and worse. Josh reluctantly waded into the fray, and I wished him luck and continued my paper cutting. The noise subsided slightly and then a dramatic crescendo. Josh had placed them BOTH in their room together, in time out, to see if they would realise that it was smart to quieten down. Obviously this idea was not their favourite. Now the screams were focused and had a similar purpose: MUUMMMMYYYYYY! Even though I am not a fan of Good Parent/Bad Parent, and even though Josh and I have a deal that whomsoever places the child in Time Out shall be the person whom retrieves the child from Time Out(to prevent one parent becoming the 'rescuer' and ideally(in my dreams) restoring the temporarily-broken connection between parent and child), I decided to go in and see if I could calm them down(bet you can't even remember what this sentence was about to begin with!).
We figured out between us that we had to add onto the length measurement another 6 centimetre, 1 for the hem and 5 for the waistband elastic. M did some admirable wrestling in her head and announced the correct answer. Win! I sewed a basic rectangle, turning up the bottom 1 centimetre and hemming and turning down the top. While I sewed, I explained to L and M what the machine was doing. I showed them the spool at the top, and the bobbin in it's secret compartment. We noticed that the two threads were 'chomped' together by the machine, and I pointed out the foot and other bits and pieces. The pins were the things holding the material together neatly until it could be properly chomped together, and the foot was a car, making stitches along the road. We had to drive very straight. The kids were completely spellbound by the whole process, especially L who has many times expressed his wish to use the sewing machine(but then, he has also asked to use the breast pump, which he finds equally fascinating).
Once I had sewn the basic rectangle, we discussed pockets, and what shape they should be: Rectangles or squares? Semi-circles perhaps? Maybe a long oval? I *ahem* guided them towards favouring the square, and then off we went again.
In my opinion? For once, a good old WIN in parenting.
In other parenting news? L pulled my top down, shoved his face into my cleavage and sang "Spongebob Squarepants" at the top of his lungs. Dignity Fail.