Fairy Godmother anyone?

I've officially become an unofficial godmother to a baby boy. Neither his parents nor he are Catholic making it unofficial, but all I ask is where is my magic wand? The big, flouncy blue dress? The invisible wings?

Nothing. But in the spirit of being one, I've knitted him a blanket slightly too big for his newborn self, but I'm sure will fit into nicely in a matter of weeks and a hat. That hat's a bit big, but he'll grow into that too. Maybe next time I'll actually knit things to size. Though, in my head, I'm always afraid that the recipient (especially with children!) will outgrow the item before receiving it. I got snowed in Boston, but it gave me plenty of time to knit the blanket and realize that newborns do 3 things: eat, poop and sleep. Life was definitely a lot simpler then.