Grandma’s do certain things, and one of them is sewing for grandchildren. About the time we found out there were babies on the way I saw softbook panels. I have never purchased such a thing in my life, but for some reason I just HAD to have them. My only explanation is a sudden attack of “grandma.”
This past week I finally got them made into the books they were intended to be.
One for each baby.
And, speaking of those babies, they are doing fine from what we hear. Eating. Sleeping. Growing. Just what babies are supposed to do.
So, these little books will go in my Christmas Through The Year pile. Thirteen gifts so far. Oh, December is going to be so much more restful than in years past!