Skully
Daniel's semi-sick with a cold (it's not too bad, but there's been a lot of nose-wiping in the last 24 hours), the house is a disaster, the fridge is still reeking even after I cleaned it out, the dirty dishes are planning a mutiny, my arm hurts from a tetanus shot I got yesterday, and my back aches from constantly carrying the munchkins around.
(It feels like a long time before Stuart gets home from work.)
But Anya finally agreed to sleep somewhere other than my lap, and even though I have a lot to accomplish before the end of naptime (see above re: messy habitat), I gave myself five minutes before I deal with the mess to take this picture and blog it of her wearing the skully sweater that Steph made for Daniel when he was born:
It's got some milk and spit-up stains, but those can be washed out. I love this sweater. It's warm, it's cute in a bad-ass way, and it's one of the few items that isn't going straight to the charity pile when it's outgrown (I'm saving it for Steph's future child).
(It feels like a long time before Stuart gets home from work.)
But Anya finally agreed to sleep somewhere other than my lap, and even though I have a lot to accomplish before the end of naptime (see above re: messy habitat), I gave myself five minutes before I deal with the mess to take this picture and blog it of her wearing the skully sweater that Steph made for Daniel when he was born:
It's got some milk and spit-up stains, but those can be washed out. I love this sweater. It's warm, it's cute in a bad-ass way, and it's one of the few items that isn't going straight to the charity pile when it's outgrown (I'm saving it for Steph's future child).
Comments
:-)