Our dentist office does free hand molds for patients who have new babies so I took Ezra in on the 6th. He had fallen asleep on the way there and I was so worried that he was going to flip out and cry his noise cancelling cry and I wasn't going to be able to have his foot done also. I woke him up getting him out of the car seat and the fussing started. GREAT. I take him in, and he stops. WHAT??! He stopped??! YES! The baby that hates unfamiliar places and will cry and cry stopped fussing.They take us back and I asked the girl if they could do his foot mold too if he didn't start crying. She was all for it. But they usually cry she says. GREAT. A second girl came in to help and Ez is all smiles. Handing them out left and right. They do the hand mold. Nothing. No fussing. No squirming. So we try his foot. He sat and looked at it. Then continued the smiling. Did I take the wrong baby in?
I picked them up today. The foot..to die for. You see that fat roll line? The one that it looks like the finger is pointing to? CUTE. Those toes. Oh and if only you could see the top of the foot, a side view. It is FAT. And so Fetching adorable. His hand had to be re done. Two of the fingertips were missing, I am pretty sure we had them with us. Maybe we left them home on accident, that or it must have gotten an air bubble. You can't tell in this picture because of the way that it is propped but...they had me bring him in and re do it. I could have picked it up two days ago. oops.
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