Baby Feet.

 

Feet. Never liked them. Ever. Not even my own.

 

Growing up, I was always embarrassed by my feet, or my toes I should say. People said I had stair step toes.  .  . so you would rarely catch me in flip flops (unless I absolutely had to wear them) or open toed shoes. And I never got pedicures or painted my toe nails.

 

Then, something brilliant happened. In my 20’s, while living in San Francisco, I started running. Like, a lot. I got in shape and felt great . .  and I didn’t give a rats ass what people thought of my feet ..  so I started getting weekly pedicures, painted my toe nails the brightest OPI red I could find and never looked back.

 

Now, feet ain’t so bad.

 

And baby feet? Forget it. They are the BEST.

 

Madeline found some glittery, clear nail polish yesterday and brought it to me. . wanting me to paint her toenails. I thought, why not? So, in about two minutes, she had sparkly, glittery toe nails and had a HUGE smile on her face. Of course, a minute later she messed up a few toe nails but it was ok. Today, while we were playing outside, she stopped and was fiddling with her sandal. I thought she had a pebble stuck in her toes or something. .  but she was just admiring her toe nails. So cute.

 

Aren’t these the cutest pair of feet ever? I can’t stop taking photos of her feet and hands. I’m in love.