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Feetsy-Feet

For whatever reason, our kids refer to their bare feet as "feetsy-feet".  I don't know who started it, but even Chet and I have caught on.  "Just go in your feetsy-feet."  I'll say when the kids can't find their shoes to go outside.  "You have the cutest feetsy-feet."  Chet will say, staring at my swollen ankles and smirking.


Milo has a case of OCD when it comes to eating his meal.  If his hands become soiled with, let's say, food, he races to find a wet wipe to clean his hands off before he can even dream of taking another bite. If he drops even a minuscule crumb, he has to crawl down off of the bench, crawl under the table and pick it up.  Depending on what he drops, sometimes a wet wipe or a dish towel is warranted, per his discretion.  On this particular day, he dropped his sandwich, causing peanut butter and jelly to smear onto the floor.  At first he tried a dish towel, but that didn't give him the results he desired.  So he tried a wet-wipe.  It worked, but he left it on the floor.  Then, his plate tipped and a bunch of his dried blueberries went spilling to the floor.  While he worked tirelessly picking them up one by one, he got distracted by Piper's feetsy-feet and decided it would be fun to tickle them.  These two howled for a good five minutes.  Milo would put a blueberry back on his plate, submerge again under the table, tickle her feetsy-feet, pick up another blueberry and repeat.


In other random Milo behavioral news, this is what he did today to my black licorice.  I was on the phone with my mom when he came bawling to me because he fell down.  To calm him down, I handed him a piece of black licorice.  Black licorice Nibs, by the way.  Just what the baby asked for.  He somehow got a hold of the entire bag and proceeded to empty it into his Croc.  So much for my black licorice Nibs.  The kids can have them now.

Speaking of these Crocs, I bought them a few years back for Tucker, 25 cents at a garage sale.  They came equipped with Jibbitz and I had plans to take them off immediately after purchasing them.  But I couldn't figure out how to take them off so years later, they are still on. And I'm sure they will stay on until the shoes themselves make their way to the garbage.  He'll wear them out soon I'm sure; he absolutely refuses to play outside in his feetsy-feet.

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