So, we're sort of doing a handmade Christmas around here. So if your blog name rhymes with "The Blue Hurl" or "Bomb Son o' Gun" or "Brothermoosehouse" don't read this post. Okay so I didn't make them. Deb made them from my daughter's art. (Um, hi, Deb totally rocks). So basically I had nothing to do with them except provide some really fantastic DNA to make this adorable child.
Edited to add at Deb's prompting: I did come up with the idea for it (so I did actually do something other than have sex with my husband and push this wonderful being out).
C'mon. That kitty cat makes me want to throw myself on the ground (that's a good thing).
Limited Edition Christmas Trees (hellloooo red ball on top slays me as does the pose that I have no idea how she came up with it but I'm just trying not to think about it).
They're cute on little boys too.
I've given most of them away, but I do have a few extras in a few limited sizes. I asked Quinlan what she would do with the money if I sold any of them and she said "buy stuff." I was sort of hoping to hear "donate it to help the women of Darfur" but not so much.
And if kid art ain't your thang, I can guarantee that Deb has something totally awesome that will still arrive before Christmas.