I've been knitting hats for my cousin's twin preemie baby boys (and, by the way, say a little prayer for tiny Sam and Harry). I finally set them all out on the table yesterday so I could organize them for mailing, and Lucy couldn't get over them. She kept asking me, "Mommy, can I hold them? Can I look at them?" And then, probably twenty times, "Oh my goodness. Oh my word. Look at these tiny hats." I finally got the video camera and captured it for myself.
"I bless God every chance I get; my lungs expand with his praise. I live and breathe God..." (Psalm 34:1-2a)
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Tiny hats for little babies
I don't know if you've noticed, but I have some funny little people. And they're not trying to be funny. They just do things that crack me up.
I've been knitting hats for my cousin's twin preemie baby boys (and, by the way, say a little prayer for tiny Sam and Harry). I finally set them all out on the table yesterday so I could organize them for mailing, and Lucy couldn't get over them. She kept asking me, "Mommy, can I hold them? Can I look at them?" And then, probably twenty times, "Oh my goodness. Oh my word. Look at these tiny hats." I finally got the video camera and captured it for myself.
I've been knitting hats for my cousin's twin preemie baby boys (and, by the way, say a little prayer for tiny Sam and Harry). I finally set them all out on the table yesterday so I could organize them for mailing, and Lucy couldn't get over them. She kept asking me, "Mommy, can I hold them? Can I look at them?" And then, probably twenty times, "Oh my goodness. Oh my word. Look at these tiny hats." I finally got the video camera and captured it for myself.
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