Contemplating the bottoms of my babies' feet

There is nothing softer than the bottom of a newborn's feet. There's no part of me soft enough to touch it. But I do anyway. I can't help it. I rub them with my fingertips and against my lips, and I'm afraid I'm slowly sanding away the softness.

The babies like to have conversations now. I'll have them on my lap, my attention elsewhere, and then I'll look down to see two babies staring up at me. As soon as I make eye contact, they smile and coo. I feel like the most popular girl at the dance. And we talk for awhile, about stuff. You know.

I just know they love me. The way their eyes light up when they look at me, the way they coo so sweetly. Surely they're as madly in love with me as I am with them. And then yesterday I was across the room when I heard them cooing at a dark spot on a blanket. Curse that blanket and its theory-disproving dark spots! Let's see that blanket nurse you and change your diaper! The novelty of its beauty will wear off soon enough, my pretties. Mark my words!

Christmas week is such a lovely week. We have a fresh snowfall and a tree with presents and homemade goodies in the kitchen. I only have two afternoons this week to work on Daisy Danger Brown, so I'd better get back to it. I'll spend 15 minutes each day doing something small with it just to keep it fresh so I can jump back in next week.