The post where I cry and make up words

Look, I don't know if it's all this fresh cold air suddenly blowing through my house or what. But I'm about to get soft on you. And make up words. So just go forth prepared....I'll start with the end of the story first:


I was crying in the sock aisle at Walmart. Yes, the sock aisle. You see, it all began this weekend..... It was then that I noticed something: My son has lost his "baby feet". There was my Ryker, having a blast racing some car on Wii. His long, stringbean legs jutted off the side of his bed. And his feet did not look tiny and "gobbly" anymore. (yes, gobbly -- Derived from the word "gobble". Let me use it in a sentence for you:"I love to kiss and gobble up those tiny baby feet." ) And ohhhhhh. That fact just hit me right in the heart.



I'm a huge lover of my babies' feet. I love the chubbiness. The way their toes curled when I tickled them. The way my babies would squeal with delight when I blew raspberries on their feet. But suddenly....sitting there on my couch....I couldn't remember the last time I kissed Ryker's little baby toes. And now, his feet look so different. They look grown up. Bigger. Not gobbly. I should have known this was coming. Because lately, the older boys and I were having trouble telling the difference between our socks. They and I wear the same style sock...low-cut and white. It used to be easy to tell them apart.Mine were the big ones. Theirs were the small ones. Now, they look almost exactly alike. And it makes for a ton of laundry folding confusion for me. They always calls for me when he makes the discovery that our socks are mixed up: "Mom, these are yours. See, they are a little big on me..."



So I decided to go and buy them some new socks with some color to try and eliminate some of the confusion. And as I sat there picking out white socks with grey soles, I realized...I was crying in the sock aisle at Walmart. Ahhhh. I sure was going to miss the gobbliness.

Ryker's Baby Feet

Randall's Baby Feet

Andrew's Baby Feet