I ask you -- is there honestly anything more precious in this world than bare baby butt and tiny little feet?
One day about sixteen years from now, my son is going to come home with a scared look on his face, and proceed to break it to me gently that he wrecked my car. And I'll merely reply, "That's ok, dear. Go back and check the Shutterblog archives for June 10, 2004. I think we're even now." Ozzie and Harriet we're not most likely. But we sure have more love than seems humanly possible for this kid!