Tragedy struck at the Faulkner/Robertson home today. A while ago, like before Ginger was born, I made this giraffe.
His name is Niles. I also, incidentally, posted a pattern for him, and the instructions on how to make him:
But this isn’t the tragedy. The tragedy is that today I found Niles like this…
Yes, those are his entrails. And this is EXACTLY how I found him. Dead in my slippers.
It’s especially sad because just days ago, Ginger was enjoying Niles like this…
She loves grabbing on his little flappy arms, legs, and mohawk spears. But how can Ginger enjoy Niles now?
Now that he’s dead.
It’s a good thing that I have this unbelievably adorable baby to cheer me up.
I’m pretty sure she could win some kind of award in those pants. But maybe that’s just me.
Either way I will have to see if I can resurrect Niles.