Beary Vinegary

It was a cool day this past Sunday. Fall is here and the temperature is surely dropping. We also had our first snow last week. It didn't accumulate, nevertheless, it was nice to see the flakes in the air.

Right before Elizabeth was born, on one of our last shopping trips to get ready for the baby, we bought this bear hat and glove set. We knew it was going to be a while before she would be able to wear it, but Tim wanted to get it for her. It was his special item for her.

Back in February, I washed it and put it away in a box in the closet thinking that it would be a few years before I would take it out again. On Sunday, we were trying on all her hats figuring out which one matched her outfit best, when suddenly we remembered the bear hat sitting in the back of the closet. I took it out thinking that it would still be big on her and to our surprise, it fit well. So our little one went to church in a warm bear hat.

Due to the cold, she also wore another first, boots. Red leather boots from her grandma. After church, we came home and as we were undressing her, there was this new smell, a smell we had never smelled before. It was an interesting sweet and sour smell. When we took off her boots, the sudden realization that she was a baby no more stunned me like the crisp wind outside. It was the smell of little vinegary feet. An addicting smell. We smelled it once, twice and a few more times. Laughing to ourselves that a baby could have sour feet. Bouncing around and standing on her feet must have made her feet sweat in her new boots. -S



Pouting after we put the hat on her head. She's mad because we won't let her take it off.