I love baby feet. The way tiny toes slowly wiggle as a baby sleeps. The smoothness of the skin. And the inevitable baby smell.
I snap ample photos of Nol and Q'.s amazingly sweet feet. When Q. was a few days old, I propped him up on my bed against a pillow, Nol beside him. I wanted to capture their size relative to each other. I was worried that Nol, in his new-found jealous big brother moments, would tip Q. over or just pinch him. And then I found Nol rubbing his big preschoolder feet over those of his baby brother. They were playing footsies.
I love baby feet.
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