Gifts: I thank people when we receive them, but people never know if we actually use them or not. I hesitate to say things because I don't want to leave anyone out, but some of this I can't bear to leave out. (Talia is sitting on my chest, purring and doing her best to obscure the keyboard.)
Patricia wove a green and pink blanket that is the softest thing I have ever felt, well, other than the seal fur coat. I didn't dare to use it for a while, but lately it seems just the thing to keep her warm in her car seat. (she needs a new car seat, the imp has grown so long.) I put the blanket in the crib with her, just next to her. She touched it with her hands, moved her face over next to it and gave a big smile to herself. She was very content.
I take my sister Pat's quilt with me all sorts of places. I put it on the grass in the back and we sit under the maple tree and watch the leaves blow in the wind. I take it to the Mother's group too, and people ooh and aah over how pretty it is and how lucky I am to know someone as talented as that quilt shows. I always mention that Sam's cousins helped to make it too, that it represents hugs from all of them. Lately, now that it is cold, I put it over her in the crib and over both of us when I have to get up in the middle of the night. It is nice and wide so it will cover her no matter how far she wiggles, and it covers my lap too when I have to stay with her for a while. I can't always find my bathrobe at 3 am, so the quilt is a godsend, and it is nice to think of my family in the wee hours of the morning.
Sam makes lots of noise with the star tower that Kelly gave her and chews on the round face that goes on top. It keeps her occupied for a while. Ella is jealous, and it is pretty funny to watch her face as she tries to figure out where the sound is coming from. Sam also likes the simple things, like a spoon. Peggy suggested it. A spoon bangs, feels good on her gums, and I don't mind if she loses it. The spoon is one of the few toys that she won't drop on the floor.
We have a book, "Guess How Much I Love You" that a friend gave us. I had to read it a few times before I caught on that it was written with the Dad putting his son to bed. It is hard to find children's books with nurturing fathers in them, and I am grateful to Shannon for finding it for us.
Patricia wove a green and pink blanket that is the softest thing I have ever felt, well, other than the seal fur coat. I didn't dare to use it for a while, but lately it seems just the thing to keep her warm in her car seat. (she needs a new car seat, the imp has grown so long.) I put the blanket in the crib with her, just next to her. She touched it with her hands, moved her face over next to it and gave a big smile to herself. She was very content.
I take my sister Pat's quilt with me all sorts of places. I put it on the grass in the back and we sit under the maple tree and watch the leaves blow in the wind. I take it to the Mother's group too, and people ooh and aah over how pretty it is and how lucky I am to know someone as talented as that quilt shows. I always mention that Sam's cousins helped to make it too, that it represents hugs from all of them. Lately, now that it is cold, I put it over her in the crib and over both of us when I have to get up in the middle of the night. It is nice and wide so it will cover her no matter how far she wiggles, and it covers my lap too when I have to stay with her for a while. I can't always find my bathrobe at 3 am, so the quilt is a godsend, and it is nice to think of my family in the wee hours of the morning.
Sam makes lots of noise with the star tower that Kelly gave her and chews on the round face that goes on top. It keeps her occupied for a while. Ella is jealous, and it is pretty funny to watch her face as she tries to figure out where the sound is coming from. Sam also likes the simple things, like a spoon. Peggy suggested it. A spoon bangs, feels good on her gums, and I don't mind if she loses it. The spoon is one of the few toys that she won't drop on the floor.
We have a book, "Guess How Much I Love You" that a friend gave us. I had to read it a few times before I caught on that it was written with the Dad putting his son to bed. It is hard to find children's books with nurturing fathers in them, and I am grateful to Shannon for finding it for us.
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