
And now, to finally spread that love around, the two recipients of the sweet babes are...


Email me your name & address, and the babe of your favorite color (let me know if you prefer a different color after all) will be on its way to you.




forget-me-nots, outside our home


Jonas' blurry baby (taken by him)
Seven
Seven colors in a rainbow,
seven days in a week,
RAINBOW has seven letters,
seven's magic, don't you think?
ach

My husband and his tomfoolery. We see the hydrant Malvin!
sweet fabric by Heather Ross
purple dragon love by Eoghan
bluebells 


This is Craft Hope's Project #3, everyone participating may send blankies, beanies, booties, handkerchiefs, and pillowcases (all handmade if possible), so as to spread as much love as can be to the children living in these orphanages. I am hoping that the booties (which I had knitted for Jonas) and blankies (not made by myself, but oh so loved by both of my boys) that I sent out will keep that love in them, so that as the babes are wrapped up they will feel our embraces and our prayers from very far away.The deadline for receiving Project #3 is July 25th. So depending on where you live, you may still be able to send some love their way. Craft Hope's button is on my sidebar, please take a peek.
strawberry child by http://www.woodmouse.etsy.com/

sweet tomato face (by my momma, who was once crafty)

THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE
Under a toadstool crept a wee elf,
Out of the rain, to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee elf, frightened, and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter – maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee elf smiled a wee smile,
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two,
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe at home, dry as could be,
Soon woke the dormouse – “Good gracious me!
Where is my toadstool?” loud he lamented.
And that’s how umbrellas first were invented.
Oliver Herford
tiny Alaskan carrots growing in the sun
E. made the marker
Jonas "petting" the worms
I'm sure they love that
The Little Elfman
I met a little elfman once,
Down where the lilies blow.
I asked him why he was so small,
And why he didn’t grow.
He slightly frowned, and with his eye
He looked me through and through –
“I’m just as big for me,” said he,
“As you are big for you!”
John Kendrick Bangs
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