Growing up, I thought it was funny that all my friend’s moms were the seamstresses in their family. But not mine. My mom only sewed when she absolutely had to! My dad on the other hand, has always been into it. From mukluks to baby quilts, he makes masterpieces! He has made a blanket for each grandchild and Oliver received his this Christmas.  So much love sewn into that! And Oliver’s hand– that’s been his binki since the beginning. He sucks on his wrist when he’s tired and I think it’s just about the sweetest thing.