I have meant to share last part of Incessant Stash Shopping Phase I had when Boy was born and finally got around to take a picture (not a good one, but a picture nevertheless - and I still forgot all the floss, oh well).
I also came around with the picture host issue I was talking of earlier: I did set up a personal gallery on Periphaeria's server. At the moment it contains some stitchy stuff (and few of my mother's pics), but not all. Maybe some day I'll get around uploading everything...
Baby life goes on swimmingly and despite me being away from everywhere (my thyroid is obviously out of whack still/ again - just upped the dosage without consulting my endocrinologist and I actually feel like having energy) Boy is not that demanding.
He's actually quite a jolly little guy: babbling, giggling and smiling a lot. He also loves his toy arch and going to places with lots of people (as long as they stay away from him as he started "baby shyness" early), everything is interesting, has been since he was born actually.
And to be honest he is not even so little anymore... when he was born he was a short, skinny little guy on -3 line on the diagram. Three months later he's a tall and muscular little guy and has achieved +1 growth line - if he continues like this we'll have a little basketball player in our midst (I guess tamaraland will mention something about big Finnish babies
). I just wonder where he gets that from. I was prepared for colic and all things like that, but we have little guy who never cries without a reason and even then only long enough to get what he wants.
He has even been quite easy after his first set of injected vaccinations. Feverish and uncomfortable, of course, but still happy and playful little guy. My son.
Boy is also reason for few of those designs as I got Carriage House Sampling's "Alphabet Blocks" (all parts with fabric only like 40 bucks!) and LHN's "Cowboy Dreams" and "Robin Hood" his future own room in mind (I'm praying that we'd get bigger apartment soon, two rooms with almost no closet space, in second floor and no elevator is a pain in the ass when you have a child...). I can see myself justifying some pleasant stitching time with those in the future.
I guess it's sleepy time now, ta-ta!
