... of a factory... and a preacher

My first real Seat Sling took me 3 hours to make. I have now made 4 total. The last one took me just under an hour and a half! I'm like a factory. So I've got 3 ready to go.

I want to list them on my etsy shop, but I need pictures. Because of the nature of the product, I can't take the pictures alone. I need a model or a photographer. Preferably a model, so I don't have to be the model...

On an Abram note: He is still enamored with the little Bible. Quinn is really trying to teach him to be gentle with it and it bothers him quite a bit when Abram is not. Overall, I think he's being very gentle for a 15 month old handling a book with tissue paper-like pages. He's held it for a total of at least a few hours now and none of the pages are ripped - just a little crumpled. I got these pictures of him today and the combination of the button up shirt and Bible kind of make him look like a baby preacher.

He was in a really good mood this afternoon and was having a good time hanging out with Obie.

That cat is amazing with babies and kids. Anybody want a super sweet, amazing, indoor cat? We are wanting to find a good home for him!

Oh, and I wanted to add these blurry (but pretty great) pictures of Abram in his high chair. This is what his face looks like whenever he hears anything outside.

Mostly airplanes and our wind chimes. He gasps really loud: "Huuuuuh!", his eyes get huge, and he says "Dat!" very emphatically. Then he does this sign with his hand that looks kind of like yes in sign language: like a fist up in the air, moving at the wrist. Not sure what that means or where he got it, but he does it every time he hears something that he doesn't see.

Toddlers are so weird.

And awesome.

Very, very awesome.

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