I never thought I would be one of those mothers who would put her child in a tutu, for a photo.

I was wrong.

I find that I was wrong about allot of stuff I didn't think I would do once I had a baby.

silly hats
pink
wanting to stay home with her

the list is growing.

It is beginning to dawn on me that I just may have an obsession with baby feet. I adore looking at those little piggies! Can't wait for the hot summer weather to arrive so I can leave her feet unshod - little summer slips with bare baby legs - yum!
Having said that, I do love a good pair of baby shoes and am always on the lookout for the unusual or the vintage.
Imagine my delight when I stumbled upon these amazing little embroidered booties.
Six pairs of incredible yummy-ness!
I will be putting them into the stores this week - the Barefoot Baby section is growing, slowly, but growing none the less.
I just can't decide which pair Amalia gets to keep...

Amalia's stroller is missing.
Someone came up onto our porch in the middle of the night and took it.
I know this because it's not there anymore.
I realize that it's not there anymore in this awful suspended moment of time, it stretches out before me.
Dread.
Slow, weightless, breathless.
Then denial.
Then tears.

I have allowed myself to wallow in anger for a few days. I've kept busy with thoughts of terrible woes befalling the thief. I've called for plagues, terrors and regrets to torment him/her.
My husband wants me to forgive.
He mentions this as he washes the dishes.
I should forgive the person who did this.
The person who would steal a baby stroller needs my forgivness.
I'm trying.
It's not easy.