I suppose I should preface this post with a background story. Over Memorial Day weekend, we went out to lunch with Nana and Poppy while they were here visiting. Harry seemed kind of tired since it was around lunch time, but I didn't think it would be a big deal because he was most likely hungry too. We were getting ready to leave the house, so I put on his tennis shoes. Usually no big deal, but this time it was pretty difficult. Looks like he's going to need some new shoes in the near future! Harry even whined a little, but I chalked it up to him not wanting to sit still long enough to get his shoes on. So we get to the restaurant, order our food, and get him settled in the highchair. He starts to cry. Wow, he must be really hungry! I find some snacks to give him and shared my iced sweet tea with him, which would normally appease him in just about any situation. This is just really not like him, I kept thinking...even if he was tired and hungry. So we all get our food, and Harry's attitude hasn't changed. Now I knew something else was going on, because as he was stuffing bites of PB&J in his mouth, he was still crying off and on!! It was a really nice day out, so I just took him outside so everyone else could enjoy their lunch. I carried him around outside and he cheered up a bit. I thought maybe he wanted to walk around a little bit, maybe that was the problem! I put him down on the ground, and he began to cry instantly! Duh. His feet hurt because I had jammed his little feet in them. I felt like such a loser mom. From that day on, I have been on the search for some new tennis shoes for the little guy. As with most things for baby boys, there just isn't that many cool things to choose from. I finally found some at a local department store and I was so eager to finally get Harry some cool sneaks! Except the not-so-friendly sales guy kept hounding me, telling me that none of the shoes would work. Why? Because he feet are "too tall on the top". What in the heck does that mean?? So, I left and went to a shoe store for kids, eager to prove Mr. Meanypants wrong! My kid has perfectly normal feet, right? Aren't most babies' feet a bit on the chubby side? I thought baby shoes would probably correct for that. So they measured his (perfect, in my opinion) feet, and one foot was a half size larger than the other, and oh yeah, his feet are wide. Huh. I thought wide would mean side to side, but maybe babies' wide is top to bottom?? Of course at this store, they had no really cool shoes. And every shoe I thought I could compromise on, they didn't have his size in stock. Poor kid. So I took down all of the info and we ordered the wide shoes (I also ordered him a pair of sandals in which he needed and EXTRA WIDE) on line. I wanted the shoes to be here by next week since we are going away for a few days, so I had to pay for the faster shipping which added on a nice little fee to the already overpriced shoe bill. Who knew Harry had such wide feet...and that it is an absolute pain in the bum?? Ah, I shouldn't be that way...he is perfect in every way that is important!
Have I mentioned that Harry LOVES his doggies? Almost every time we come home, as soon as we get him out of his carseat he starts saying "Doggy? Doggy?" When we get inside, he rushes to the room they are in, tries to help open the door, and helps us let them outside. He even remembers to shut the baby gate to the living room behind him! What a good kid! I'm still not willing to say that he is saying anymore words, but he did say "red" when looking at a book about colors at Noah and Andrew's house yesterday (thanks again for having us over!!). He is such a chatterbox at times...it is getting harder to tell if he is babbling new sounds or trying to say things!
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