It seems that foot growth comes in waves in our house. All of the kids were due for new footwear at once. Or perhaps it was just that their negligent mother finally noticed their little worn soles and scrunched toes. I’m not sure. Regardless, Saturday we proceeded on the dreaded journey of shoe shopping. Brad took the big boys, I got the little ones. I’m still not sure who got the short straw on that one but our independent adventures both ended in success… new kicks for the kiddos!
Unfortunately, Jacob’s are already filthy after 4 hours of wear today. That’s what happens when you mix wet Georgia clay and an 8 year old boy. Oh well, what’s a mom to do? At least the rain from those puddles he cannot seem to avoid won’t make it all the way to his socks now.