I’ve been making imprints of the Pie’s little feet every month since she was born. Although I think that second & third month got away from me… not sure how two whole months could have gone by without being able to make a footprint.
Here are her most recent foot prints.
I got a perfect set on the first try. Unheard of!
I have a little shadow-box project in mind for when I get those 12-month feet. It’s almost here. I can’t believe it.
Those are some big ol’ feet.
It’s hard for me to imagine that those are the very feet I could feel just a few months ago, kicking me in the ribs. And the bladder. At the same time.
Those little feet love to walk around the house and the yard, love to be dirty and to be in water. They are great for moving and kicking and wiggling. They are never covered for more than a moment. No sock, shoe, bootie or footie can contain those little feet.
Those little feet sleep curled up against my belly or on my thigh, or one on me and one on the Mountain Man. Sometimes one on each belly, sometimes one on each face. But always, always touching.
I need to go kiss those feet now.