I cannot get enough of Bode's feet. I photograph them any chance I get. Maybe because I think he's probably our last baby. Or maybe because of the beautiful irony that something so little and small and soft and precious will someday be a giant size 11 stinky thing. I don't know why, but his feet are my guilty pleasure :)
And I obviously don't just photograph them. I make Ben help me hold Bode down while I paint the bottoms red to make a Valentine's Day decoration.
I know. I have issues.
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