
I wasn't disappointed. Little Hannah was up when I got there and woke promptly every two hours for feeding my entire stay. (I didn't have to deal with the after-bedtime feedings . . . or the before bedtime feedings either.) I just got to hold her when she was happily full and rock her in the rocking chair next to the fire.
During her short and sporadic nap times my sister and I tried to take part in our usual crafts. She embroidered one letter of Hannah's name on a scrapbook page and I almost knit the heel of one baby sock.

We'd just opened a bottle of pinot noir so I eagerly agreed to take up the task. I can't believe I gifted this yarn to her, actually. It's so beautiful, the way the worsted single ply wraps one row of color around the mitts. I don't think I've dyed anything like this since, but I want to recreate this yarn again soon.

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