When I was pregnant with Seth I ran across this quote by A.A. Milne, "Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in our hearts" and I jotted it down. If you think you don't know who A A Milne is, you do. Ever heard of a pudgy little bear named Winnie-the-Pooh? Yea, he wrote that.
There's something about baby feet. The teeny tiny toes, the chubbiness. I don't know... they're just super-duper-crazy-cute. To me, anyways. Surely I'm not alone on this.
A couple of weeks ago Seth discovered his feet. At first he would just throw them in the air and proudly admire them, everywhere we went.
Then he moved on to grabbing them.
He found this to be extremely entertaining and he would spend hours (HA! yea right, I wish!) ok, minutes just playing with his feet.
Now the little monkey has discovered that he can put his feet in his mouth.
Robert is amazed. He thinks our child is extremely gifted in the flexibility department, and he's baffled at my lack of enthusiasm.
"I mean, geez Holly, I can't even lift my foot up past my waist!"
I haven't the heart to tell him that pretty much all babies are that flexible.
But Robert if you happen to be reading this... HAPPY FATHER'S DAY hon! Sorry about that flexibility thing.
Maybe Seth will reveal some other super power.