Baby Feet

It's amazing how normal it feels to have a baby in the house again. It's been a long time since there have been diapers and wipes, bottles and buggies, onesies (the best baby thing ever invented) and blankets strewn all about the house. Even though little Tyler lives with his daddy and mama in their own house, he does come to visit Papa and Mia a lot and it is essential to have all these important things available.

Some things are different nowadays though. For instance when I was a young mama and the baby got a red bottom we used a strong smelling, white, thick cod liver paste called D*esiten to wipe all over the sore area. It was nearly impossible to wash off. I always hated when we had to use it. These days young mama's use a pleasant smelling, very fast-working and effective product called Butt Paste.
Seriously, that's it's official name.

Butt. Paste.

When my kids were little they were not even allowed to say that word. These days we casually say things like, "Honey, could you toss be that tube of Butt Paste please?" or "Have you seen where I put the Butt Paste?"

Oh the times. They are a changin'.

But one thing hasn't changed. And that's how adorable little baby feet are. My Tyler boy has the sweetest little feet and he loves having them held and tickled and rubbed. And I love playing with them, and kissing them, and holding them in my hands. They are just so precious.



But I imagine the times will be a changin' again. Because I'll bet when this sweet baby boy is about 12 years old and his feet are smelly and big and sweaty, I won't be going anywhere near them. And I won't touch his dirty socks with a 10 foot pole either.

So enjoy these foot rubbing, toe ticklin'days sweet boy. They won't last forever.