Day 8-Dirty Baby Feet

Two day a week I have a pair of dirty baby feet running in and out of my house.  This picture is early in the day so it doesn't really represent what a full morning at my house produces on the bottom of her feet.  My whole house is tile, and we've yet to find non slippery cute shoes for the busiest 14 month old you'll ever meet.  At some point, the back door gets opened and that's the end of clean feet.  Nobody cares, not her, and certainly not me.  

Neither does her mother, who wrote this over on her blog, the Motherhood Memoirs.  She knows a little something about enjoying life, especially with a side of dirt. 


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