Written by Ike:
My mama finally finished my quilt.
I know, I should be a little more excited. But, honestly, she took longer to make the quilt than she took to make me. Okay, maybe not. But I can’t do math yet.
I remember back when she was cutting the squares. I was getting excited. And she sewed them together pretty quickly, so I had hope and I even cracked a smile!
A few weeks later she gave me false hope by posing me on the back of the quilt. Really, another quilt photo, mom? I’ll pretend to act charming anyway.
I gave her a break, though. I mean, she was sewing the binding by hand like a crazy woman. (She is crazy. I can confirm it. I live with her.)
And then, miracles of all miracles, the quilt was done. And she confused me by taking a picture of my quilt and my crib—without me. What the heck, mama?
Oh, I spoke too soon. Can I just tell you how many photos she took while I sat here on the quilt? At least 952. But maybe not that many, because I can’t count.
Don’t worry, I distracted myself with my favorite toy…
And they taste good. The end!