Yes, this could still go on for more than a month, but we're not going to talk about that today. Because today, we officially have a full-term, 37 week-old, decorated, little fetus. (Henna might be more traditional, but I think Crayola makers are the way to go!)
In addition to making it to that marker, I also got his bringing-home quilt finished. Finally.
I started this one over two-and-a-half years ago, when Nice Mom-In-Law pulled out this old quilt to sit on for firework watching on the Fourth of July. After fiddling with it for awhile, I finally got it into usable quilt blocks a year-and-half-ago.
And then I stalled out.
The quilt sat in my upstairs cabinet with several other unfinished orphans, until this Fall when the project--which was always intended as something special for our kiddo, even though he was merely a glimmer in my eye when this all began--developed a little urgency.
I tried to quilt it myself, but got frustrated. Plus, I thought it was going to make my little sewing machine blow up. I ended up farming that step out to our local quilt shop, and just before New Year's I got a call that it was ready. The only thing left to do was the binding.
After a perplexing night of making binding tape with Sweet Husband's help--during which I declared tiredly, "I think you're kind of better than other husbands"--and an afternoon of pinning and stitching....
(And not to rush you--take all the time you need, of course--but if it's all the same, sooner would be really cool....)