Baby feet. There’s just something about them. Impossibly tiny toes that can’t help but curl themselves around an outstretched finger…ridiculously chubby insteps…it’s enough to make a mom go weak at the knees. And they signify so much more than just another body part…we watch them grow and change. At first they just kick in the air while Baby lays on his back. After awhile they start stretching out to help support our little ones as they try to launch into a crawl. They are the same chubby feet that will later pad around on your living room carpet in a precarious first steps wobble. And then, before you know it, they are the same feet that will be running across a soccer field, having a first dance at high school prom, or carrying them off down the path to their college dorm one day. Admittedly I’m more than a bit sentimental when it comes to baby feet and because I love those little baby toes so much it’s a rarity for me to cover them up with shoes. BUT…if I do, they have to be comfy, cozy and cute like these.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! I love, love, love the holidays. Growing up we always cooked a huge meal on Thanksgiving and ate lunch around 2pm. Then we would all sit around and talk about how full we were, and how we couldn’t possibly eat any more food. Then a few hours later we were all making a plate full of seconds. Haha.
My Nana, my grandmother on my mom’s side, made up a family tradition many Thanksgivings ago. When she came up with it I thought: “what a great idea!”. Read on to find out what it is:
I’ve written before about Bee’s affection for Dumbo, so this holiday season, I knew a big-eared elephant in her stocking would make her smile. If you’re looking for a sweet stocking stuffer for the Dumbo-lover in your life, here are a few perfectly-sized options, all under $20!:
Breastfeeding wasn’t easy for me at first. I struggled with my first child. Even though it is a natural thing, she just didn’t take to it very well at the beginning and I hardly knew how to remedy any problem. I reached out to lactation consultants constantly for help and support. Eventually my daughter and I got the hang of it. I was surprised at how easy and convenient it was for me once I realized what I was doing. With my following girls, I had a bunch of tips and tricks up my sleeve to keep nursing going smoothly. So when Amani was born, I was surprised to find myself worried about breastfeeding again.
Amani is a tiny little character. Somehow, she seems so small but she’s actually bigger than her sisters were at her age. The size of her clothes correlates perfectly with her exact age, sometimes even sizing up. All the while, she appears so little. Perhaps it’s this illusion that she’s still a tiny fish that had me always bathing her in my bathroom sink. After mopping up all the water off the floor from another bath, I realized it’s finally time to move her up to something bigger and more comfortable.