I was particularly excited to get a good shot of McKay's feet at our most recent photo op. To me his tootsies have become the barometer of our daily progress; a mood ring of sorts for days when I wonder if I should worry. They change shades often, but I've taken to calling my little man "Pinky Pinkerton" for as rosy as his piggies have seemed of late. That was until I got our pictures back.
You see, when McKay is alone his feet seem to glow with tones one would expect from a baby dubbed with such a warm-hued nickname.