Babies rock. Especially newborns. Their minuscule hands and tiny noses make my heart melt.
Gift giving rocks. Especially hand-made gifts. Especially hand-made gifts for newborn babies. Life just doesn't get any better than this.
Our family stopped in last night to greet the latest member of BFF, Jewels', family. What a treat! The kids had a great time catching up with one another, the adults had a great time catching up with one another and their dog just had a great time in general.
The newest princess was passed around for all the kids to hold (except Hockeyboy, who promptly disappeared with their eldest boy to make an army tank out of duct tape - go figure). Peeps, ended up holding the baby for more than an hour. Being the youngest, she'd never held a newborn baby before and she just sat and marveled at this miracle of creation. I was amazed at her gentleness with this precious burden. There is good future mommy material in Peeps.
The bibs and burp cloths were a welcomed gift, especially by dad who usually gets stuck using a girly pink burp cloth in public. He welcomed a more "manly-colored" cloths. I guess no matter how much a man loves his daughters, there is still a limit to the amount of pink he can handle.
The fish was marveled over by everyone and finally named "Finigan" by the 5 yo boy of the family, who also dubbed the starfish "Starfish", in spite of many suggestions for names like "Bob" and "Ray". Based on the reaction of all the kids to the sea creatures, these toys are going to be well-loved and broken in before the little one gets old enough to even play with them.
That's just fine with me because that is the hallmark of a well-chosen gift. Ahhh, life (for this knitter) just doesn't get any better than this.
(Edited to add: I just looked at the date and realized that it's the first anniversary of this blog. Wow, how the year has flown. I am so grateful for the new friends I've made. Thanks for the comments and support, ya'll!)