I hope my child looks back on today, and remembers a Mum who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking, but children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, cause babies grow fast, much to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep
(Song for a Fifth Child)

Friday, March 15, 2013

If I didn't know better....

...I'd tell you this is not my child.  I love shoes. A lot.

I was so excited to take Lady Bug out to buy her first pair. I knew it wouldn't be easy. The poor kid got my feet, short and fat.  They're adorable, but she seriously has the shoe size of a 0-6 month old. Which means many lines don't even make pre-walker shoes that small and if they do, I can't get her squishy little piggies in them because they're too wide for any shoe that small.

What I didn't expect was a meltdown of epic proportions that involved rolling across the floor, kicking her legs and screaming as though she was being threatened with a stiletto heel.

5 coloring pages, 2 balloons, and 1 stuffed animal-- all compliments of Nordstroms' employees who were desperate to quell her screaming lest we scare away the other kids-- I ran out of their with a pair shoes that I bought out of sheer embarrassment.

And I don't mean embarrassment because my kid was wailing. Kids cry, tantrums happen. Embarrassment because  I could not stop laughing at the Oscar-worthy theatrics. It was quite the ridiculous comedy.