....nesting....

Completed lots o' stuff for the baby....nesting is still happening but winding down. Finished burp cloths (top photo) and new Nappy Bag, which turned out pretty good. I did deviate from the original pattern but I like my changes. I did attempt this bag once before, adjusting to make it larger, and boy is it large. This one is more manageable indeed.

Also made a 2 new slings for Chris and I, but perhaps I will photograph them when the baby actually comes. Slings are much cuter with actual children in them.

But sadly, all this sewing sent my machine into slow mode. It may need a new motor. This morning I began stitching by hand.

Care to make a guess???

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While perusing photos lately I ran across these two similar photographs of the boys....they look so much alike it took me a minute to figure out who was who....
care to make a guess???
I have officially been gearing up for baby mode.  Nesting has set in.  I actually put the changing table together today, tomorrow perhaps the bassinet???  Who knows what motivation this nesting will bring!
In crafting news I have finished a whole new set of flannel diaper wipes and am working on a few new slings from the Handmade Home book.  Hoping they come out okay.  Also had an excellent Target moment the other night.  Found the exact Moby Wrap I wanted in their baby section!  Hurray....I wanted a variety of different carriers this time, I definitely need options.  And sad to report our good old ring sling may only have a few rides left.
Here is our ring sling on its maiden voyage through the West End of Portland on our way home from the hospital....

13413 Beach Ave, Long Beach Island, NJ

Took a ride today to Long Beach Island.  Got to thinking about an old friend of the family.  Mark Scott.  This is a photograph of him sitting on the steps of what was once his home.  

To our surprise, this home no longer stands.  

Its been replaced by a larger, newer home.  

But what I remember most of this house is Mark.  The inviting brick fire place.  The butter churn, the scratchy couch.  The lumpy cots in the back room where you could hear the ocean at night.  

 Laughter and wonder.  Fishing on the surf, on the boat.  Eating seafood.  Playing in the sand.

 Mark's kindness and willingness to talk with me and tell me interesting things about this long stretch of island.