|Left: November Boy's Blanket. Right: Million's Blanket|
I'm one of those annoying 2nd born/middle children who every so often feels like things have to be equal.
I got November Boy a blanket today.
I have yet to crochet him an afghan, dedicate a whole blog to how he came to be in our family, paint the room the boys will share in my predetermined Narnia theme, buy him a squeaky dog toy, etc. etc. etc. Those things weren't bothering me as much (okay, maybe the afghan is...but I can always whip one up before Christmas.) The blanket was bothering me simply because it was such a symbol of our expectancy for Million.
And that's all I have for today.