As of today, February 27th, Joseph has officially outgrown my favorite pair of shoes that he owns.
His sweet little owl boots.
He was standing next to me, I reached over to feel where his toes hit, and they were jammed against the end.
(PS Dear Joseph, I am sorry that I made you run around in too-small shoes at the mall and park yesterday. That must have hurt. Learn to talk, already and you can tell me next time!)
I know that you, my readers, could probably BARELY care less, but I am feeling a little nostalgic, and wanted to say farewell to a pair of shoes my baby will never wear again.
You’ve served us well.
Well, HEEELLLLOOOO!! funky gold-striped shoes!
Aren’t you pretty?
(oops! I mean HANDSOME!! The shoes are for Joseph, the shoes are for Joseph…)