Baby in a Basket.
Michelle helped me fold clothes the other day.
Two side stories. The afghan was crocheted by my grandmother Mary. She made it when I was 17, when she was already legally blind. She was an inspiration to me. I do not knit or crochet, but she taught me a lot about sewing and stitchery, and quilting. The lesson that stands out the most was to make sure the inside or back of something looked nearly as good as the front.
The baskets Micehelle is in are older than Logan (El Jay). Before Logan was born in an effort to get more organized I bought all new laundry baskets for the entire family, plus the unborn baby. Each child was encouraged to take a sharpie and write their own name on their own basket. I wrote all of the names we were considering naming the baby--we didn't know yet if we were having a boy or a girl. Everyone in the family had a suggestion for a name. The basket is splitting and will need to be thrown away soon. I suppose I should get a picture of Logan in it :-) (I need to figure that one out creatively.)