...what the woman was thinking about while she pieced that quilt top...or hand quilted it? While I was having fun adding decorative stitches to earthmamas' breast pads, I couldn't help but to think back about my son. I crocheted this baby blanket for him before he was born. I was not confirmed to have a boy, but I guess I knew. This child has been the added joy we strove for in our marriage, that extra dollop of frosting. We love all our children equally...but, what is it about our babies...that last one born?My little pumpkin face, my sweet little baby, all 8 lbs and 3 1/2oz and the prettiest baby in the worldHis kindergarten teacher called dh and I in for a conference and showed us self portraits of all the students, hanging up, then she show us our babies' self portrait. She appeared concerned he may have a "difficulty". It certainlyput us on alert. His picture, of himself, was of the back of him...from head to toe. I had to call in professional help. The doctor laughed, said he loved it, that our little boy had simply taken the easy way out!! I was one of those goofy moms who gave my baby blunt nosed scissors and construction paper...he has always been artistic and has had a flair for the unusual.Hey Bisonboy...your mama thinks you are special and well loved.
