The Steelers Blanket

Kids, let me tell you about my first Christmas while dating your Dad. I had this brilliant plan to make him a blanket for his Christmas gift. I had found the perfect fabric of his favorite football team, the Pittsburgh Steelers, and it was going to be awesome.

Well college life happened and between finals and work I didn't get a chance to finish the blanket before we both headed home for winter break.

We stood in the drive way of my apartment saying our goodbyes when your Dad handed me my gift. It was very thoughtful, and a perfect gift for me. He had given me a pair of pajama pants, socks, and a matching shirt (because of course pajamas have to match) from one of our favorite places, the Pizza Factory.

What was a girl left to do.

I opened the trunk of my car and showed him the bag of fabric and then explained my big plan.

I felt terrible and so stupid.

And then to put the nail in the coffin, I accidentally left a pin in the finished blanket that he found in the middle of the night shortly after receiving it.

But kids, he still married me, it is one of his favorite things to tease me about, and it could have been worse.

I worked on that sucker all of Christmas break, thanks to the help of my Grandma, and had it waiting for him when he got back. And for 13 years he has slept with that blanket every single night, and for many naps with and without you kids.

Which is why it now looks like this:

So when your Dad had to go to Paris for meetings, and I couldn't find a babysitter so I could go with him, I decided I would make him a new blanket to help keep me busy.

He had picked out this flannel fabric, but it wasn't big enough for a blanket. He didn't like my idea of cutting the two fabrics into squares, so I went with his suggestion and used the grey as a border and then backed it with a twin size ultra soft sheet.

He loves it, and I checked and double checked for hiding pins, there was no way I was going to let that happen again. But seriously, I thought about it for a minute, and it would have been a little funny if it had happened.

Your Dad is hoping it will last longer than 13 years this time, in fact this morning he asked me to never wash it. Sorry dude that is gross.