And a cute, little sailor suit worn by Elijah in this picture. I remember that the photographer teased me, saying that I'd certainly not think it was so cute when my little boy grew up and wanted to be a sailor.
There were dedication dresses, and an adorable little bib, made and embroidered by my mother.
Here's a close up. It's amazing how few stains it has, considering how much we used it. (gotta love that double knit fabric)
My sister made this dress for Clay. I couldn't find a picture of her in it, but I remember her little face peeking out of that bonnet. The ruffles and flowers and little puff sleeves were far beyond my skills and patience level.
This little dress survived in beautiful condition in spite of the fact that it was white, with lots of smocking and embroidered flowers around the neck. I have a snapshot with Carina wearing it. It's not the best when it comes to resolution, but I can't resist her expression. She's about two months old here...and six weeks in this one on her Grandmother's couch in Arkansas. I found one of those little shoes, but not the other.
This baby quilt was just an old one my mom made for my little sister and brother. She was going to toss it away, and, for once, I objected. It was made from scraps she had left over from all the dresses she had made for me and my four sisters over the years. We remembered wearing that fabric, so, of course, I had to bring it home. Now my grandbaby can enjoy those same prints, and that's a weird feeling, but a pleasant one.
The toys belong to Clay. That's her first clown, and a cabbage doll pet cat or lion or turnip maybe.
And there were more clothes that I didn't recognize; my instinct says they must be my granddaughter Mim's little clothes. Maybe next time she visits we can drag them out again and tell her how cute she was.
This music box was Elijah's. We bought it when he was going through a "Martin the Warrior" phase. It still plays and I know it's going to end up beside the duck in Blaze's Baby Bedroom....up high...out of reach, so it can survive another few years and decorate another person's attic.