Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Dear Mom. I hate shoes. Love, Jack.

We have a problem in our house.  A serious battle is being waged, and the stakes are escalating every day.

I love shoes.  I really love baby shoes.  They are a-freaking-dorable.

Jack, on the other hand, hates baby shoes.  HATES them.

Right now, we have a great collection of adorable baby shoes:  little tennies, moccasins, sandals, Van's, cowboy boots, and everything in between.  They are sitting on his dresser, unworn.  In other words, Jack is winning. 

Whenever I wedge a shoe onto his protesting little foot, I try to give him praise and encouragement: "What a handsome baby!  You look so grown up in that sweet shoe!"  And in turn, he'll curl his little lip into a scowl that evolves into a "waaaah" before escalating to a full-on OMGMYFEETAREONFIRE scream.  This is especially fun in public, where all passersby clearly think I'm breaking his ankles.

I can't help myself.  Jack got a new pair of shoes on Sunday.  They are black and purple, with little skulls.  He'd look so badass if he'd just quit crying.


Captain Cleavage said...

you must post pictures of the new shoes...seriously!

penny has pink converse sneakers...which she would rather yank off and chew on *sigh*

Jenn said...

Pink Converse? Awww...girl stuff is so awesome.

Captain Cleavage said...

yeah...and they would be even more awsome...you know...on her feet! lol

Jenn said...

Picky, picky. (:

Besides, why wear something when you can nom nom nom on it instead? That's Jack's motto.