February 09, 2006
My daughter's teeny tiny feet didn't even FIT into the smallest baby shoes. Her feet, at birth and for a while after, were as long as my thumb.
Babies are addictive.
Posted by: suburban misfit at February 9, 2006 11:26 AMTiny shoes for tiny toes...they melt me too.
Posted by: Amanda at February 9, 2006 11:29 AMLeah, some context would be nice! These are for the baby of a friend - a sweet five month old little darling. Don't want anyone to think that we've got a bun in the oven... just in case anyone was pissing him or her self.
Posted by: Simon at February 9, 2006 11:58 AMCalm down. Everyone knows you don't announce a pregnancy with a picture of tiny shoes but with a picture of a plastic stick upon which you have peed. Duh.
Posted by: Leah at February 9, 2006 12:20 PMTalk about pissing myself. Good inter-post references to peeing, though. :)
Posted by: Mel at February 9, 2006 12:30 PMjaysus.
I had a conniption fit over here for a sec.
I think pregnancy should be announced with a beer, a smoke, some wicked dry clean only clothing articles, and an airline ticket to Ghana. And then a big red X over the top.
Posted by: Kristin at February 10, 2006 10:36 AMso there's gonna be pee shots?
Posted by: will at February 10, 2006 12:17 PMIs that anything like a peetini?
Posted by: Leah at February 10, 2006 12:51 PM
