No knitting to be found in this post … just satisfying all of Darling Bebe’s aunties out there with some motherhood moments and completely gratuitous photos.
We love our “tea top,” as it is called. DB will pour cuppa after cuppa and share her pretend teacakes with Owl over and over and over. Since the “tea top” says “Please,” “thank you,” and “you’re welcome,” Owl does not mind at all. This was all practice for the real thing … our first tea party! We were a little shy at first, but by the time we picked at little “cumumber” sandwiches and yogurt-dipped strawberries, all the butterflies were gone.
From Christmas Eve Mass: DB and Owl went to look at the near-life-size nativity scene.
“What do you see?”
“Mary and Jofess and Baby Jesus … and camel … and LLAMAS!”
Can you tell that this child has been to fiber festivals and met the animals? No amount of explaining could make her believe that the sheep with stylized slightly elongated necks were anything but llamas.
From the car the other night: “(babble) … Gramma and Grampa and Mommy and Daddy and owl …”
“Mommy likes owls.”
“I’m an owl, too! Whooo whooo!”
An owl, indeed.
For the record, the red hair ribbons are not surgically implanted. She hasn’t worn them for a few days now.
Stay tuned: Some new FOs to show once properly modeled and photographed.