Tuesday, July 12, 2011
If The Shoe Fits...
He is blessed with the ability to make friends wherever he goes. Sometimes my husband and I feel like we have a pint-sized celebrity in the house because wherever we go someone knows him. He has all that going for him and yet every four months, like clockwork, he almost manages to put me into the insane asylum. Every four months Child #2 needs a new pair of shoes and the agony that goes along with acquiring and wearing those shoes regularly pushes my patience to the brink.
This summer I was successfully ignoring the fact that his Crocs were shrink wrapped to his feet until my husband rationally pointed out that Child #2 might need some decent hiking shoes for our trip to Yellowstone. Yesterday, I took several deep breaths (instead of the Xanax or glass of wine that would have really done the trick) and we went to the shoe store.