I think I’ve entered the “nesting” phase of pregnancy.  I’ve spent much of the last few days working on the nursery (and nagging my husband to do the things I can’t) and sorting and washing baby clothes, diapers, etc.  So you’ll forgive me if my obsession spills over into my Project 52.

I squealed with delight when I realized just how tiny our daughter’s socks are.  I don’t think my feet were every tiny enough to fit in these things.  (Seriously, even at birth I was a sasquatch.)  Now I know why so many baby books and web sites recommend putting them in a mesh laundry bag before washing.  These little treats are just too tempting, and the washer or dryer is bound to gobble them up otherwise.