The post where I cry and make up words.

Friday, November 28, 2008



Look, I don't know if it's all this fresh cold air suddenly blowing through my house or what.

But I'm about to get soft on you.
And make up words.

I'll start with the end of the story first:

I was crying in the sock aisle at Target.

It all began last weekend...when I was sick as a dog and just lying on the couch willing the Juicy Juice to make me healthy. It was then that I noticed something:

My son has lost his "baby feet".

There was my Matty, having a ball racing some car on Wii.
His long, stringbean legs jutted off the couch.
And his feet did not look tiny and "gobbly" anymore.

(yes, gobbly. Derived from the word "gobble". Let me use it in a sentence for you:"I love to kiss those gobbly chunk-a-monk baby feet."   WHAT? If you don't know what I mean by chunk-a-monk, then we can't be friends anymore. )

And ohhhhhh. That fact just hit me right in the heart.

I'm a huge lover of my babies' feet. I love the chubbiness. The way their toes curled when I tickled them. The way my boys would giggle with delight when I blew raspberries on their feet.

At 17 months, Carter's chunky monkey feet are still gobbly.

But suddenly....sitting there on my couch....I couldn't remember the last time I kissed Matty's little baby toes.

And now, his feet look so different.
They look grown up.

Not gobbly.

I should have known this was coming. Because lately, Matty and I were having trouble telling the difference between our socks. He and I both wear the low-cut ones.

It used to be easy to tell them apart.
Mine were the big ones. His were the small ones.

Now, they look almost exactly alike.
And it makes for a ton of laundry folding confusion for me. He always calls for me when he makes the discovery that our socks are mixed up: "Mom, these are yours. See, they are a little big on me..."

So I decided to go and buy myself new socks with some color to try and eliminate some of the confusion.

And as I sat there picking out white socks with pink soles, I realized...

I was crying in the sock aisle at Target.


Ahhhh. I sure was going to miss the gobbliness.







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