It Doesn't Get Better Than This

Oh my.  It doesn't take long to fall behind on blogging.  Mere weeks after starting my blog, and I'm already a million posts behind.  No matter.  I feel better now that we've talked about this, so let's move on to the good stuff.

My sister is having a baby.  Crazy, eh? I'm going to be an aunt: that might be crazier.  I'm brushing up on my bad manners so that I can pass them on to my new niece or nephew ...

(Carolyn, you can thank me later.)

Adding a little one to the family has meant lots of fun sewing I couldn't otherwise have gotten away with, lest I start to worry Peter.  I'm glad that my sister and brother-in-law have indulged me and my sewing habits, because it's meant I've done been able to make the most rewarding thing yet: the baby's crib set.  At Christmas, I packed up my sewing machine and spent the most wonderful week with my sister, sewing, cooking, laughing and reminiscing.  At the end of it, we had an (almost) finished set for the baby.

I love living in Toronto. I really do. But there are times when it's harder than others, and knowing that I'm so far away when my baby sister is having her own baby ... well, I don't think I have to explain it much more than that. Imagine, then, how warm and fuzzy I feel, knowing that the wee little one will by snuggling in their crib in a set that I helped to make.  I know it's totally cheating, but it feels a bit like, when my sister and brother-in-law are tucking in their newborn, I'll be there too.