A Quilt for Baby Boy

I say baby boy but he isn’t really a baby anymore. How a year went by already, I’ll never know. He was just born yesterday!!!

1Baby boy loves his blankets. The swaddling ones from Aiden&Ananias are by far my most favorite. Not only are they great for newborn swaddling but as they grow, they are all around the perfect blanket to have around. They are also super big which is nice as your baby gets…sniff…bigger.


However, I wanted baby boy to have something a little heavier as the weather cooled off. Something he could snuggle with and get all cozy with…..when he’s not sleeping on top of it. :P  Call me sentimental, but I really wanted something personalized for him.


Before he was born, I was given an adorable set of receiving blankets. The bright colors and fun mix of patterns made me happy. I loved to look at them {ok, I’m weird} but didn’t open them due to having opened other blankets first etc. It is an unfortunate truth that you can only use so many blankets. Finally, almost a year later, I had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea. I would use them to make a quilt!


Baby girl had received a quilt from her grandma so I figured I could use that as a “pattern”.  For those who know me {or if you don’t you’re gonna find out} know I am not a pattern follower. Patterns stress me out. Patterns confuse me. Patterns make me extremely angry. Patterns make me want to throw things out the window. Do I have an issue? Yes, but that’s not the point of this post.


So I took those five blankets. and I “measured’ and cut squares, triangles and rectangles. A ruler and scissors didn’t work well for getting the shapes super straight. My sister saved the day {I mean this literally} by lending me her rotary cutter. Let me tell you, it was amazing! I’ll never go back to scissors again. Ever.


Along with trimming my fabric down, I also forgot about how seam allowance would make the blanket smaller. These kind of mistakes are typical with me. But since I had enough fabric left over, I remedied that issue by adding another border around my “original” design.

For the back of the quilt I searched for something soft but not too fuzzy, not too thin but not too thick. I scoured JoAnn Fabrics for the perfect thing without finding anything I loved. In another stroke of genius {it happens all the time, people} I realized I had a gray duvet cover that would be PERFECT. So I cut it up and used that!


Probably one of the hardest parts was figuring out what patterns to put together and making sure the same pattern didn’t touch on the next row! At the very end I was trying to decide which squares to zig-zag a top stitch around and I finally let my sister pick for me because my brain hurt.

complete2I have to mention that in the middle of this project, my sweet husband surprised me with my very own sewing machine {I’d been borrowing my sister’s} and it was amazing for this project!  I am really excited about how this turned out because it is pretty much, completely perfect. For me and sewing that’s a big deal.  The fact that I already had all the materials to make it, made it that much more fun.

Baby boy sleeps with his quilt every night and carries it all over the place with himself.

It makes my heart melt.


In the quiet

This morning {5:30AM this very early morning} after spending needed time with the Lord, I thought to myself “Ooo maybe I can send an email real quick before little E wakes up!” I grabbed my morning coffee, completely believing that she would wake up before I got to the computer. I sent that email and read a few more, while waiting for the sound of a little voice next door. Or the louder sound of my little girl opening her door with a call for “Mommmmmy!” Seven-thirty passed with nary a sound.

As a mom {as all you moms out there KNOW}, I relish a quiet moment. It goes to my head rather quickly. I began to get light headed and giddy {or was that just from my coffee?}.  I started making a mental list of everything I could do while they still slept {clean everything? sit here & veg? read a book?}. The choices abounded. Talk about not knowing what to do with yourself. This is not something I have to deal with very often.

Another thought came to me though. Because after all, you canonly do those things so much before they are done.

What on earth would I do with myself if I didn’t have my babies?”

To be sure, we have our rough moments.

To be honest, sometimes an entire day is just plain horrible.

But what about those times when you go into your baby boy’s room and he’s standing there in his crib, waiting for you, with the biggest four teeth grin ever? What about when your little girl tells you that her “owie” is better because “Daddy kiss it.”  What about when she’s sitting on the couch “reading” Elephant & Piggie books, yelling, “I don’t want to be a frog!!!”  What about the times baby boy snuggles into your shoulder, all wrapped in his blanket, with his little arm wrapped around yours?  Or comes crawling at you so he can pull himself up to stick his little arms around your neck? What about when little girl skips out of her room wearing three skirts and two shirts, completely non matching and inside out, very proud for doing it herself. Or points to the red text in the Bible and tells you that it’s, “Jesus talking.”  What about the times she starts singing along with you, at the very top of her sweet little voice? What about when she asks you to “fix it” and completely believes you can fix anything? Or when you look in a room and two little heads are close together playing with toys?

It truly is worth every moment.

I hear their voices…..and my heart is full.


Baby Blowouts and Pumpkin Carnage

Well, it’s been forever. And it could be forever after this. It’s hard to tell. Life is so much busier, fuller, interesting and fabulous with another little one.

Last year I loved hitting up the pumpkin patch (aka my local farmers market) and having fresh pumpkin in my freezer all fall. This year I got a big one from Walmart. Boring, but very convenient. It was my centerpiece for a week; my only autumn decoration for the moment. It took me all afternoon to cut it up, cook it, puree it and clean it up (makes a big mess). Baby boy was in his swing and slept through the whole blending process to my surprise. He didn’t even jump when I turned it on! He’s such a good baby. Eleven cups of pumpkin and one burned hand later (it’s gotta happen at least once, right?), I treated myself to Greek pumpkin yogurt. So easy, you should try it! Here’s a similar recipe. Heading to the store this week to replenish my spices for the upcoming holidays!


As for the blowout, baby boy’s been having those quite regularly. In particular there is this one super cute onesie he has never worn in public because every time I put it on him, he poops all over it. And me. Thankful the stuff comes out if clothing if I scrub it out right away. Otherwise, bright yellow stains. Not pretty. :P

Happy Weekend to everyone!