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When Andy was born he had completely square feet. Just little flat blocks that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. For the longest time I nicknamed him Fred Flintstone feet but I stopped that when the rest of the family chimed in. I figured he'd have a hard enough time in school without the added bonus of a no-longer-cute-once-you-reach-school-age nickname.


More baby memories

When Mary and Lacy were little they called Pinocchio "Peekio" and bananas were "beenas" and Mary would say "Iiiiiiii Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" instead of "I love you.".


Baby memories

Today I remembered the first time that Mary laughed.

When Mary was a baby I would bathe her and wrap two towels around her, one small one around the top of her head and a larger one around her tiny body. She'd lay there for as long as I let her, enjoying the feeling of being nekid inside the warm, damp towels. I would play with her as she lay there, it was one of our special bonding times together. We'd play peek-a-boo, patty cake, the itsy bitsy spider, and she would smile that special smile at me, the one that was only for me.

One day I got the idea to purse my lips together and blow a soft breeze across her cheeks and nose. To my delight she giggled. She didn't just coo or squee as baby's do from time to time, she giggled loudly and with joy. I was so overcome I burst into tears and I blew again and again and again, for over an hour, with the same results. Each laugh bringing me to tears as well as my own peals of laughter.

It was like music to my ears.

Eventually we both tired and curled up to nap together. She with her tiny hand on my cheek and me nuzzling her little neck.