His feet are little in comparison to mine, but when I tried to fit a size 4 sandal on his foot today, it laughed at me. Figuratively speaking. Just my luck, there were no size fives. Durnit!
I just love his feet. I love to kiss them, and tickle them, and I love how he's learning to balance on them... he's getting so brave, one of these days I just know he's going to take a step without holding onto something.
One thing he's using his feet for, that I've been discouraging, is kicking Mommy while I change his diaper. He really doesn't like his diaper being changed, and he's realized that he can kick my hands away and prolong the torturous event.
Anyway, that's really all I have to say today. I love my baby boy's feet.
I just sat down after a long, busy day, and I'm not even really done because I'm in the middle of making supper. So, seeyalater!