Life with Baby T has reminded how blessed and loved our family is. People have been so thoughtful and have gone out of their way to show us how loved Theo is. Perfect examples of this are all the handmade gifts he's received. Handmade gifts just feel like getting wrapped up in love. These are the booties, bibs, blankets, and sweaters Theo has been lucky enough to receive over the past few months.
Booties from Grandma. The ones on the left fit him for about a week and will get to live on his bookshelf as a testament to his short lived newborn size. The ones on the right were made after we found out how big Baby T was. When he wears them they look like little elf shoes.
Bibs from a friend's mom. Baby T just started eating some cereal (pediatrician recommended it for mouth motor skills), and so he got to wear these for the first time. They are absolutely adorable, they cover up his whole body so food doesn't get on his clothing as easily, and they're machine washable! They're also durable so I'm thinking we can use them again if we have any more kids.
A beautiful quilt from my aunt. I cried when I opened up the package the quilt arrived in. My aunt is so talented, and to think that she spent so much time on a gift for our little baby - one that he'll hopefully hold on to for a very long time - is so special to me.
A knitted blanket from Grandma. My mom sent me a picture of this a few months before Theo was born, and it made his arrival seem much more imminent and real. She also correctly predicted his sex and added blue to the blanket. We use this blanket almost daily, and with any luck Theo will use it as his blankie in coming months and years.
A knitted sweater from a family friend. I also cried when receiving this at one of my showers. I may have been a slightly emotional pregnant lady.
And one last knitted sweater from Grandma. My mom was finishing this present up during the week she stayed with us after Theo was born. The stitches are absolutely beautiful, and I wish I hadn't miscalculated Theo's size and missed the window of opportunity for him wearing it. Crossing my fingers for baby #2 having more time in it.