Little Feet and Favorite Christmas Present

A few weeks before Christmas, during one of my trips to Target with my baby boy, we casually browsed the toy aisle, when he noticed a steering wheel toy that made car noises and that had a cute design at the top of a car driving down the street. As you turned the wheel, the view of the street changed, just as if you were really driving. He was absolutely fascinated by it. It wasn’t very expensive, so I decided to get it for him for Christmas and I secretly put one in the cart while he was playing with a different one. When it was time for us to leave, I had to pry it out of his hands and he threw the biggest fit he has ever thrown anywhere – the entire way out of the store he kept on pushing me and saying “go away.” He was completely besides himself.

Fast forward a few weeks, and when he opened his Christmas presents and found the wheel among them, he climbed up on the couch with it, and stayed there for a long time seemingly not noticing anything around him. I took a few pictures of him playing with the wheel and the slew of facial expressions he made when he watched how the car on the design on top moved when he turned the wheel, but the one I ended up liking the most was the one where I focused on his feet instead of his face. I love little baby feet. He’s very much a toddler now, but his feet are still adorably pudgy, just like little baby feet. Even when they’re as dirty as they were on Christmas morning because he decided to follow me outside barefoot to bring in firewood.

(20-35mm lens @ 32mm, ISO 500, f/3.2, 1/100 sec)


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