Fang No More

I've stopped calling Charlotte "Fang". Her first tooth was on the top and very pointy and very much not in the middle. It hung out there by itself for quite a while, then two came in on the bottom. Now the top row is filling out. Every time she smiles I see the mouth of a little kid, not my little baby. Sigh. At least she's still bald...

Even More Baby Things

Boys, boys everywhere! Sara and Jason spent Saturday opening an impossible amount of adorable monkey-themed apparel and gifts for their little man expected later this spring. Since I missed the festivities by about 2,000 miles, I thought I'd share some additional pics of my contributions to Baby Henry's wardrobe. I am especially fond of the motorcycle embroidered on a ready-made sweatshirt. Virtually instant gratification as it was done in just one Charlotte nap. Thanks for cooperating, Lottie!

In other boy news, my friend Laura had her baby yesterday - another boy! It seems like I'll be getting to perfect some baby boy skills.

Now, if Charlotte is going to have an Easter basket I best shift my attention away from baby things and on to Easter things.

Boy Baby

I am the middle child in a family of three girls. The neighbor girls I grew up with also had a family of three girls. Out of all of these girls the next generation has also all been girls...until we found out little Baby Henry will be a BOY! As soon as I heard Sara say that word I mentally processed every crafting option for boyish baby items. Uncharted territory. I've been perfecting flowers and frills, now what?!

Sara's shower is Saturday and I so wish I could be there to see her open little blue packages and hear the ooohhhs and aaaahhhs. The package has already been sent and I'm sure I'll get a full report on the festivities. I thought this wouldn't give too much away and will post more pics after the shower, because boy stuff is too cute not to share!

Kid One

While I'm busy finishing up another batch of adorable baby items for a spring baby, I thought I'd share some pics of hands down one of the best things I've ever made (even the crooked ring finger that she must have gotten from med). We've been spending as much time as possible outside before it gets crazy hot. This day featured one of the more mild fashion choices my daughter has made: a t-shirt that has been well-loved and is getting a little tough to pull over the ol' noggin and pants that are a bit too short, but I'm told are "just right for playing, Mom". Totally cliche, but they do grow up way too fast.