The Coziest

On the last day of our hospital stay when Holly was born, I requested one last visit from the lactation consultant to ask her how much caffeine was an okay amount to be drinking while nursing.  She said, quote, “We encourage mothers to continue the same healthy diet they followed while pregnant.”  Oh really?  I once followed up lunch at Jack in the Box with a quick stop at Sonic for onion rings.  That advice was equivalent to the Human Society calling the veterinarian to check your references before approving your kitten application.  It takes fifteen seconds on a Saturday morning to pretend to call the vet (who we haven’t brought a cat to in five years) and confirm that we’re good to go!  They just want you to adopt one of their 7,000 kittens.  These people just want you to breastfeed, do what you have to do in terms of diet.

Maybe right now I should be brushing my teeth and getting into bed instead of sitting on the couch thinking about a cup of coffee tomorrow morning.  But right now, because all the kids (the real coziest) are sleeping, this blanket is the coziest.  That’s Tate talk:  Mommy, you’re the coziest.  And Holly is the coziest.  Daddy is the coziest.  Rush is the coziest.  Although he doesn’t say it about himself, Tate is the coziest too.

Baby quilts are the coziest baby accessories.  Here’s Holly’s baby quilt, made back when she was just known as “the baby”.  I made it on my birthday, about eight hours total, made possible because Trent took off half a day from work.

Panther provided that j’ne sais quoi.  (cat hair)

At some point of being pregnant with Holly, I also made this baby quilt for my nephew, Nils, back when he was “the baby” to Casey and Chris.  Two gender neutral quilts somehow worked out perfectly for a perfect little girl and boy.

Kate also made Holly a beautiful quilt with her name on it, not pictured because it’s in the dryer, again.  No preserving quilts for heirloom purposes or tucking them into closets around here.