A few weeks ago, I came home from work and Dad asked me, "Would you like to see what your son, the beaver, did today?"
There was a spot on your crib where you had taken off the finish. Daddy wrapped a sheet around the spot and we were ok for a few weeks. Then I noticed spots on the opposite side and on the front of your crib. So we went to the fabric store, bought some fleece, and I made some crib protectors for the rails.
Your Mama is not a crafty person, Wombat. Crafts and I don't get along. Give me a computer and I can digitally craft like a boss. Actual crafting...no. Anyway, two of the protectors came out fairly good. The third, well it was kind of a mess. It's too long. I tied it on anyway and hoped for the best. Judging by what I found the other day, I need to remake the protector.
| The beaver strikes again! |
The good news is tooth #7 is already poking through your bottom gum and I think I see the beginnings of #8 on the other side.
We love you, Little Beaver.







