Yeah, my son is pretty much a rockstar.
My husband, bless him, took Silas downstairs last night and through some kind of fatherly magic and a pacifier, kept him quiet for four or five hours - the most sleep I've gotten in one go since March. Between the lack of sleep, the irregular meals, the postpartum hormone shift and the mandatory dry spell, I've been a bit of a basketcase, but things are looking up today, with a decent amount of sleep under my belt, a slice of pizza in my hand, Silas down for a nap, and the weekend around the corner.
I joined a blogging group on Ravelry, so expect to see a little more structured activity around here. Regular, perhaps not. But inspired by it, Fridays are now for FOs.
This week, we have The Bunny, aka Mr. Bunny, Sir Flopsalot, Buster, or Poly-fil Pete


The light blue, yellow, and green were from a collection of odd balls of yarn that I bought at a garage sale from my late friend Bernice - she mentored me in crafts when I was in my tweens. It's funny to think of her now, how close she was to my mom, how I used to cat-sit for her and help her baby-sit her grandsons; she was a big part of our lives for several years after we moved to Marion. Then things changed, as they do, and she moved to Cedar Rapids to be closer to her sister, and we lost touch for years. I think the garage sale was the last time that I saw her, until I stumbled across her obituary in the paper a couple years ago. That was a bad year. Two of my high school classmates committed suicide, which was why I'd taken to reading the obituaries - who knew who would be next? And there she was. We went to the funeral, and no one remembered us. I'll never forget her, though. There's too much of her in my craft box for me to ever forget, and now she's in the bunny, too.
My other current finished object is a wee crocheted angel that I made for the sole reason of giving the pattern a featured photo on Ravelry. Very simple, as long as you're comfortable crocheting with thread, very cute. I like the ones I made for Gabriel a bit better, but this one requires no sewing or stiffening, just a bit of scrap yarn or ribbon to gather up the skirt. I may replace the pink yarn with a bit of white ribbon if I can find some and retake the picture (possibly not on my cell phone).

My son is about to be 9 months old ... and I still have days where I feel like a total mess. Unfortunately, my husband can't keep our baby entertained long enough for a nice long nap. :( I can say, tho, it will get better. :) Your son is super cute!!!
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