Be still my pink squishy heart.
Way back in the spring I knit a cute little jacket for a baby-to-be. The babe was born in April and her beautiful sweet face graced the pages of this here blog. This baby is the baby of Gods. She is beautiful and fabulous and I want to eat her (she is that cute.) I'm in love with her. I can only imagine what her parent's must feel.
Back to the knits. I have made it a habit to knit my baby stuffs a few sizes bigger than newborn size. What size do I knit? Don't know - I don't do a gauge swatch for my baby knits. Waste. of. time. They will fit into it eventually. That's the beauty of a baby knit.
Eventually has come for the Neala bean. She is the first to fit into my baby knits. I swear, there is no better feeling than seeing a small thing wrapped in your lovingly constructed garment. I knit this especially for her while she floated around in the tum tum. Neala was conceived just before Rob's and my wedding. Her parent's found out they were pregnant just before they left the hotel to attend our wedding ceremony. Neala was there in her little simple cell structure; waiting to burst onto the scene that is now her life. There are no words to describe the wonder of that little bean there then and here now, in something that I MADE!
**Thank you, thank you for all of the comments on the sock. I am a total goober - and I'm a bit sore today from all that bending. Whew. I gots to hit to Yoga mat or something! The real picture (pre-photoshop) was a bit more pornographic than the published. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "birds eye view."**