Four years ago Max had these sweet little feet.
He was just turning 3 and had cute, adorable, baby like feet.
This Saturday he’s turning seven, and his feet aren’t baby feet any more.
They’re boy feet.
Usually covered in something, with fluff between his toes, and threatening to whiff in the next few years.
I don’t like feet.
I really don’t like boy feet.
But I love baby feet.
Baby feet are adorable!
Baby feet are cute!
Baby feet are there to pretend to nom to make them laugh those gorgeous baby laughs.
Did I mention I was surrounded by 3 friends with buggies all with gorgeous newborn babies in them today?
Oh god I am so doomed.
The broodiness is back.
But… baby feet!!