Everything about babies is tiny and cute. We cry over their ten little fingers and their ten little toes. We squeal over the cute little outfits. Looking back on how tiny my son’s first pair of socks is, makes my eyes well with tears. I also roll my eyes in frustration because, more often than not, I only have one foot to look at.

Soon after our little guy was born, my husband (who does all the laundry, God love him) realized that to keep the cute little socks, we needed to buy a garment bag to wash them in. If you weren’t already doing that, you’re welcome for the tip.

Having solved the “losing the sock in the wash” conundrum, we thought we were in the clear. That is until we would go out to run errands and come home only to realize that somewhere on our journey, we lost a sock.

I’ve tried to be as vigilant as possible, but sometimes a sock just has to be free to roam wherever it fell off or was pulled off my son’s foot.

The other day, I stayed in the car while my husband ran into the store to grab something. I looked at my son in the back seat and noticed he had no socks. My husband had dressed and put him in the car seat, so I wasn’t sure he’d actually had socks on when we left the house. Upon returning to the car, my husband couldn’t remember if he had put socks on the baby or not. At our next stop, we were both happy to see that he did, in fact, have socks. They’d just slipped (or were pulled off) his feet and fell onto the car’s back seat.

Final errand complete, we made it back to the car proudly with both socks. When we got home, I opened the car’s back door not only to find the socks off my son’s feet, but one was dangling from his mouth. We just looked at each other and laughed.

At least they made it home…🧦