I've been a little absent these last few days. Pre-typing posts so when I do get back to my 'puter, I can just hit post and be done. Poof! It's there. The beauty of desktop publishing.
So. My sister had a new baby this week. Great excitement. Great, great excitement. I get to meet the new little one today. I have butterflies just thinking about her. A new fresh baby girl. Sweet!
I've been trying to stitch a few things up for the new wee one. Well I've only done one singlet. One measly singlet, but it's made with much, much love. It's almost visible that love (along with a few wonky stitches). What little gal doesn't like a cruiser with ribbons from the handlebars. I know this big girl would love one (hint for Matt: 30th birthday fast on the approach - six months to go - layby NOW!!).
Back to the baby. Pre my own babies I used to be so, so frightened of holding babies. They are so delicate. Do you remember holding a newborn in your arms?
I always marvel at the tiny fingernails. The fragility and the miracle that is a baby. About the little heart inside that boom-boom-booms all by itself. Isn't that incredible?
Clucky much?
