Do you put your shits on the table?

Braden likes to pull his cute, little, bare feet up on the table during dinner and say, “fits!” He is very proud that he is correctly naming them and getting away with putting his feet on the table all at the same time. I try to be hardcore and not smile and coo at how cute he is.

“Yes, those are your feet. Now put your feet down, Braden. No feet on the table.”

Last week, I put his shoes on him so we could go run errands. “Shoose!” he exclaims, when he sees his shoes. He seems to be naming everything right now, in that cute little way that is barely intelligible.

We sat down to eat dinner together, after coming home, later. He still had his shoes on at the table, which is a rarity. Suddenly, he pulled his feet up on the table and yelled, “SHITS!!!”

I almost died laughing.

Yes, Braden. Those are your “shoes” and they are on your “feet.”

For the first time, I asked him, “Show me your feet again, Braden!” and picked the camera up off the table to take some pictures.

And that was one smug, happy “shits” on table-havin’ little booger.

PhotoHunt: Colorful

Today’s PhotoHunt Theme:
COLORFUL

I would rule the HELL out of the Phillipines…

Today’s PhotoHunt Theme: Shoes.

… for free shoes. Just call me Imelda. In fact, many of my friends used to.

Why? Because I’m a freakin’ Shoe Horder.

And let’s just get this first thing straight. I’m really no girly girl.

(Aside: I totally just heard Hans & Franz in my head calling me a “Gurrlie Gurrrl.”)

Anyway – not a big ‘girly girl.’ In fact, until the end of grad school, I even refused to wear pink.

I am also not what I’d call A Material Girl. So often, for me, less is more.

In fact, weirdly enough for the point I’m trying to make here… I LOVE being barefoot.

But, still… shoes? I LOVE SHOES. *twitches a little*

Cute shoes, comfie shoes, flip-flops, heels, tennies, boots, sandals, whatevs.

I have even loved some very ugly shoes.

Just.SHOES.

At almost 3 months pregnant, I had to do a very, VERY painful thing.

We were preparing to move to Nashville, TN from Austin, TX, leaving behind jobs, friends, home, and one dog… because of a Gig change for John. And while that, in and of itself, was gut-wrenching… and I had to pack almost the entire house myself (while working a 40+hr/wk job) because John was already living in TN… the WORST part was deciding I had to pare down The Shoe Collection.

We had WAY too much stuff to move. And I had to pack it all. And I was FREAKING TIRED. My body was making a human being at the time, and all.

So, when I started packing the shoes… and realizing that there were still shoes in The Shoe Collection which I bought in HIGH SCHOOL? (Sorry to yell at you but, HIGH SCHOOL, PEOPLE.) I had to face the realization that these shoes needed to go to a new home.

At Goodwill. Where my tired ass wouldn’t have to pack or lug them across several states.

So… about 40 pairs of shoes were donated to Goodwill.

*cringe*

And the ones I kept still filled a box. A, um, large box.

Unfortunately, pregnancy not only gave me a beautiful baby boy -

- but a permanent widening of my feet.

So, guess what I discovered, which was still holding true even way, WAY after Braden was already happily cruising through this world, getting into way too much crap -