Some of my favorite moments are when I am walking to or from school with K and having aimless, easy conversations. Yesterday, she squeezed my hand and said, “Remember? When my hands and feet were teeny tiny and my legs were so chubby and cute?” I squeezed back and nodded. “Look at me now,” she continued, “a mature second grader!”
I couldn’t agree more. The baby hand and foot castings above are from when K was four months old. My father-in-law was a children’s dentist before he retired, and he’s made these minuscule preserved memories of hands and feet from dental ceramic for all his grandkids. I love them, though they are mysteriously yellowing with age and can look a bit spooky in certain lights. On the plus side, they are perfect for Halloween.
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I’m off to get my weekend started! I hope you have a lovely one, and I’ll see you back here next week!
KCW Fall
Will I join or will I not?
Hmmmm….I’m still not sure…..*
*Next week is such a crazy week for me, I don’t know if I can fully participate, but there will definitely be a Monday outfit!
That is lovely story. My daughter and I have some similar conversations, and they always leave me with wonder.
By the way, on an unrelated note. that (from yesterday’s post) is an *amazing* dress. If I wasn’t convinced already that I want to buy a pattern you have made my desire to make it for myself even stronger.
Oh, thank you Asmita! The pattern instructions for the dress/blouse are so well-written and I just love all the nifty sewing tricks built into them!
Kids say amazing things if we listen. I love going for walks with mine but I find nowadays they want to ride their bikes instead!!!
K loves riding her bike too! Except the route to school has quite a few super busy streets which makes me nervous so I prefer to walk.
I want to do this to baby Jane!! And my brother is dentist!!! Cute and creepy at the same time 😉
You definitely need to get this done, Liza Jane, especially with a dentist in the family! I treasure these little reminders of just how itty bitty K was.