Ever since Icka was born, I thought she had “man hands” (but now I call them “paws” because I am trying to feminine her up). I think they are so big for a little girl, but I absolutely love them. When she will let me - which isn’t very often - I just hold one of her hands in mine, and rub the top of it with my other hand. I could do that for hours. I also love doing this to Scout, and Scout will let me for as long as I want. And it is just lately that he is getting out of the phase of wanting to do everything by himself, and will finally hold my hand again. There is something about little kid’s hands that is so sweet — I think it’s that they always are the perfect fit.
I love how this picture of her hands is full of sticky, grime and fuzz. Just like usual.
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