Or shall we call him the Mini Finny?
This little fellow has been in the works for quite a while. With the exception of a few steps, the doll was constructed, stitch by stitch (and very slowly and haphazardly) while I was on what we lovingly refer to in our house as "Finny Duty." (Patrick and I split child-care duties while the other gets work done.)
I think it's important for Finn to actually see me doing what I love, rather than always doing it behind a closed studio door, while he naps, or after his bedtime. Having some little project in hand also reminds to me to keep from hovering over him or feeling like I need to dance around and wave my arms up and down to entertain him. He needs space, freedom, and silence just as adults do. (Although dancing wildly is sometimes necessary when he makes a beeline for a poor, sleeping cat ... excited to find his victim unaware. Side note: the cats do tend to wake up and escape when Finn's on a beeline, because he squeals quite loudly with delight at the mere thought of acquiring a fist-full of cat fur.)
This project had the added benefit of introducing him to a new love - wool. Better in a bag than on the sheep for the sheep's sake at this point, I say. Finn loved touching it and burying his face in it, then pulling it out of the bag piece by piece.
... let's just say that he prefers the woman/milk bar trying to take his picture! It's the process, not the product, right? Hehe.