Monday, November 7, 2011
My cousin Andrew and his girlfriend (mental note, find out what her name is!) are having a baby this winter. A first grandkid for my aunt and uncle, a first great grand for my grandmother - and Andrew is the baby of all of us cousins! So, of course, a quilt.
I wanted to get this made up before the baby comes, which should be around Christmas. For entirely selfish reasons, I'll admit. I have to be in Vancouver on the 10th and can hand deliver it rather than paying for postage. Do you know how much I hate paying shipping? Lots!! Anyway, I don't know what type of baby they're having. Yes, I know it's going to be human, but other than that, not so much.
So last night as I was finishing up the top I asked my husband if he thought this quilt would still be ok for a baby boy what with the pink. Because I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. So he looks at me and says: "are we having a baby?" I wanted to say yes and watch him poop his pants, but no, I told him the truth. Really, what kind of freak does he think he married that I would tell him we were having a kid by asking him if a quilt has too much pink? Have my mood swings been that bad?? Silly hubbers!