From the minute my son and daughter-in-law announced the impossible, or rather the unexpected, that they are expecting, I have been impatient for this baby. Frankly they told me too too soon. She wasn't even showing yet... so I have waited all this time... alllllllll thiiiiiiiiiiiisssssss tiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee. Apparently they don't know, seemingly they are unaware... I am Baby Crazy. I LoVe babies. I LoVe little kids. I even like teenagers.
When my baby was on his way I became Mommy Mame over night. I repurposed furniture, stitched bibs and gowns and blankies. Great, GREAT with child, I laid carpet. I was in nesting overdrive. Once he was here I sang songs, recited poetry, told silly riddles, read stories. There were Halloween costumes, books, balls, bubbles, crayons, paper, scissors, glue. I set up a sand box in our apartment. Are you getting the picture? I'm a warm fuzzy fun mommy about to become a warm fuzzy fun Nana. I thought my own nesting days were done, but last week I built the changing table (refashioned really) -- this week I stitched and dressed this: 
The wicker is ancient but very sturdy. The fabrics are all new -- the minute I saw this silk plaid I knew instantly that this was the piece I wanted for the bassinet. The rest of the fabrics and trims, the taffeta, chenille, the denim, and lace, were all from my stash. (I have a sinful stash.)
So now all we need is a baby... to love and snuggle and squeeze to pieces. Even this Teddy Bear looks impatient, don't you think? There are five weeks to go... what to build, make, reconfigure next? A Merry-Go-Round? A Gingerbread House? Suggestions anyone?
