
I finally finished it. It's going in the mail today. Or maybe tomorrow, depending on how terrible the children are for the rest of the day.

I tried to institute "rest time" today. Where they would play quietly in their beds, looking at books, doing puzzles, etc. After they screamed so loud they woke up the baby, and played so rough it sounded like the house was falling down, I declared it a failure and am going to send them outside for the afternoon.

Although the girls get tired of the yard, their brother loves being outside. Specifically the "eating dirt" part of being outside. Which is where quilts come in handy. At least until he scoots his way off the edge.

I am just so deeply bummed not to be there in person, and hold the little baby this quilt was made for. I can't even really talk about it. I'll get there eventually, I'm sure. Maybe I will even leave my terribly behaved children at home when I visit!

And in the meantime I'm sending this. I love you, baby. Our whole family loves you. Be warm! And like triangles!