Pretty Boy

This outfit is special to us because it was made for my husband by his great grandmother (his mom's grandmother), which means Ollie's great great grandmother. I really treasure handmade things like this and am grateful Trav's mom let us use it.

When this lad was born a doting old nurse proclaimed, "He's too pretty to be a boy!"

Which seemed utterly ridiculous, because to me he looks like such a boy.

But boyish as he seems to me, he's been mistaken for a girl several times in his young life -- even when he is wearing really boyish looking clothes. I am always a little shocked by it.

But...Rosy red cheeks, pink pouty lips, and big blue eyes...yeah, I guess I can see it. Maybe the bonnet doesn't help either?


Also thanks everyone for your sweet comments and advice about motherhood. I really do appreciate it. I know you all have busy lives and writing those notes takes time! I sort of laugh at myself after writing posts like that because they are generally in the midst of a crisis, and I often later think, "Why did I post that?" It may have been a rather desperate cry for help, but I am glad I did because I read those little notes all day as I dealt with a lot of screaming and sometimes through my own tired tears, and felt bolstered.

Oh I am so dramatic!

Anyway, thanks for being here and thanks for your notes!

love,
Danielle