Eight?

Certainly you heard about the octuplets born in California. How does someone get their mind around the concept of eight babies at once? How? I know several people with twins, and I can't even imagine that. But eight? Right before Christmas my 30-or-so cousin (she and her twin sister were babies at my wedding in 1978 ... yes, I'm old) had triplets. All are boys, weighing in at a whopping 2, 2 and 2.5 pounds. Three little babies who will have to be hospitalized for months. It's enough to make me blubber. I am in complete awe and admiration of parents who spend their lives at the hospital to be with their babies for the first few months of their lives. They must be incredibly strong people. But eight? Think of the help those parents are gonna need. All of the emotional and logistical and financial needs. It's overwhelming to me, and I'm just watching the news reports of the event. Hopefully, these people can laugh a lot at all the funny things those kiddos are gonna do. How could they survive otherwise? That mom's stitching days are over for many years.

As for stitching, I'm slowly making my way deeper into the Garden of Eden, but I'll wait a little longer before I post another pic. If I go practice my piano right now, I can get a few needlefuls stitched before my purple chair turns into a pumpkin. And then I'll dream of eight babies ...