Harvey's first birthday is less than a month away. For someone with untreated OCD and a bunch of working mommy guilt, his party is becoming rather a big deal. Since the beginning of May I've been racking up many hours on the sewing machine (not to mention two practice cakes so far). That bunting you see there on the table is all ready to be sewn together and hung, just as soon as I stop my baby from licking the carbon monoxide detector.
Anyway, on Sunday I took a break from my H1 mania to make something for a very special little girl who's turning 3. Since I don't get to make girly stuff very often, I though I'd use up my purple and pink felt on a flowered headband.
I tried it on Harvey, with the intention of making some joke about how the child is secure in his masculinity. But he's apparently not. He is either offended by girliness or by having something strapped to his head.
Maybe he'd like it better if he knew it came with cake and presents. Just you wait little boy... just you wait.
UPDATE: In the end, Lily looked cuter in the headband than Harvey.