I’m ok with it. I just had to simplify back when I bumped my head and I have never started up again. In fact, I didn’t even know that Pickle was born on my niece’s birthday. Whoops.
The point! I was going to see my nieces and nephew so I decided to bring them a little something. I asked their mom for their favorite animal and color and I yarn-bombed those suckers to give to them.
My nephew never spoke to me the entire trip, curled up in fright when I tried to hug him and basically just gave me the stinkface whenever I was around, but I think he likes his yarn-bombed dog.
Point for Aunt Kristy!