And the really interesting thing, which I doubt either of these gift-givers knew, is that when I take a blanket like this for Benaiah to go out-and-about, I seem to pass the keeping-my-baby-warm-enough test with the Turks. Something about the fact that it is handmade, I suppose. They think that is the way it should be, I guess.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
So many good blog post ideas floating in my head...should I write about the strange concoction my neighbor made for me? or the authentic Chinese restaurant we found on Friday night? or about how I can not do the forward roll my Tae Kwon Do teacher is requiring of me? Perhaps we'll get to all those later in the week. For now, I must tell you about Benaiah's love affair. He has 2 handmade blankets that are his absolute love affair. One (the yellow one below) was made lovingly by our Social Studies teacher, a Virginia gal http://www.cgdelong.blogspot.com/. From the moment he got it, he loved it. He sticks his little fingers through the knitted holes, and that is his signal to sleep. Ross brought me back this white and green one handmade by my Aunt Martha. I gave it to him that first day and he stuck his little fingers through it and held on for dear life. This week he even laughed when he saw me bring this blanket to him for his nap time. I'd say that indicates love.