The one thing we didn't want baby B to get from his momma was her feet. Although they have been helpful for me (ie picking up stuff without bending over) they aren't the cutest feet in the world. I believe Mike refers to them as orangutan feet. They other day while taking a peek at B, I noticed that I was having a hard time distinguishing between his hands and feet... Uh OH... B got mommas toes! Good thing we are doing a jungle theme nursery, because my little monkey is going to feel right at home. None the less I will still be kissing up on those long toes!
On another note, I think I may be feeling B moving. I know some of it is gas, but some of it feels a slight bit different and much lower. I don't know, it may just be wishful thinking.
Anyway here is monkey evidence.
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