It Kills Me, Everytime August 30, 2011 My Goodness!! What is it about a baby holding onto their own feet that makes me melt? I could (and have) watched him for hours, just laying there playing with his toes. Oh and the fat thigh rolls...I am a puddle. I think he knows the power he has over me... Share on Facebook Tweet Pin it Previous Post Next Post Leave a comment Name * Email * Comment * Categories bakealong bees bread canning cheese crafting crochet family fermentation gardening knitting life on the farm livestock natural beauty natural home patterns photography pizza preservation recipes scotland sewing sourdough The Crochet Project tutorials Yarn