Pants for grots

My son's a grot. He's outside all the time, loves to eat with his whole face, sit in puddles and has had a runny nose for about two months. It's totally cool. I think we all wish we could be grots most days. So this got me thinking; if I was a grot, what would I wear? Stretchy pants, absolutely. Pants I could high kick in, pretend to karate kick-n-sweep, jumping pants, climbing pants, scratch and sniff pants, and pass out in the hallway on my face pants.

So I decided to make some Pants for Grots for Alfie. Here they are. They cost me $4 each to make (thanks to a ripper sale at Spotlight) - the price of a cup of coffee. They took thirty minutes to cut, sew and elasticise and presto, here they are! 

And here's how I made them:

• Grab a pair of your grot's current jeans. 
• Measure the length and add an inch on the top and on the bottom. 
• Trace out a big letter 'U', like a harem pant. 
• Sew the sides of the U together, turn over the top of the pants an inch for the elastic, and same for the bottom of each leg. 
• Measure the elastic around your kid's waist and ankles.
• Cut the elastic and weave it with a mega safety pin through each folded cuff.
• Cut off all the loose threads, turn inside out and WHAM... Pants for Grots.

I'm hoping the elastic waist is going to be ace when it comes to toilet training. However, let's start with the basics... trying to get my kid to wear pants in the first place!

Enjoy!

xx

Jeggings

My husband Reggie was a pretty good bloke to me while I was on maternity leave. During the twelve months of being a stay at home mum trying to work out what the eff I was doing on a daily basis, he would come home from work as a chef, cook tea, bathe the babe and make me a cuppa. What a sweetheart.

There was one huge problem though. I hated him. I loved him so much that I hated him. I’m not sure why I hated him and his face so much. Once I told him that I wanted to smash his face in. Then I cried, and then I said sorry. Then he gave me a biscuit and I ate it in my leggings and moved on.

Undies

I’m well rehearsed in the act of taking day care calls at work. You know the ones: Your son has hit his head, he has an egg. Your son has been

bitten, he is missing half his ear. Your son won’t settle when he’s wearing pants, are you ok if he goes pantless for the afternoon? Yep, all fine.

However recently, I was hit with a doozy.

Day care: “Hey Ali, ummm… did you pack Alfie’s bag this morning?”

Me: “Sure did. What did I forget?”

Day care: “So there’s a pair of men’s undies in Alfie’s bag, but no

t-shirt.”

Me: “Fuck. Ok. Can he wear the undies as a t-shirt?”

Day care: “Probably not, because that would be inappropriate. Don’t worry, we can find something in lost property for him to wear.”