Frith O’Steen

So, as I’ve mentioned several times already - Decker is walking. Huzzah! Being the studious mom that I am, I read in all the baby books that as they learn to walk, kids should remain barefoot so they become more surefooted etc. That’s fine in the house, but as soon as we get outside the little guy wants to desperately go walk/cruise/crawl wherever he can. It’s been about 90 degrees or higher, so I can’t really protect his knees outside with pants and such because he’d overheat, but I figured I could at least purchase a little pair of sandals for him. I got his foot measured, and then being all frugal and proud of myself, went to Old Navy and finally found a pair of little “tevas” that were a) not camouflage (yes, let’s start our sons out as soldiers before they can even talk, that’s neat), and b) hard for Decker to remove. And they were on sale! Ok, this is awesome. Decker was good the whole time, we went home and I was all set to put them on him so he could toddle around outside tonight.

Except…I bought two of the same shoe. Yes, I know shoes should match. I mean, I bought 2 right foot shoes. Someone must have thought it would be funny to attach them to the little hanger thing together, and I’ll be honest that after I discerned that the first shoe fit, I didn’t bother to check the other. This is what happens when you get smug with the motherhood stuff.

Anyone know of a elf with two right feet who could use some sandals?