we all know it doesn’t take much to twist my arm into new shoes for…welp…anyone, i suppose. but shoes for my kids clearly take the cake.

today was a weird rainy day and my moto is when in doubt, shoes. or something like that. plus they did actually need them. i swear.

we walked into stride rite at the mall and after measuring of the feet i said to the sales lady, please bring out all the options youve got in their sizes minus anything g-l-i-t-t-e-r or l-i-g-h-t u-p.

she looked at me like a crazed, terribly depriving mother. which, i understand i may be. listen, when my children are old enough to say pleeeeease mom, there is no way my life can go on without these sketchers glitterball slash disco ball sneakers with light up teeth i may cave. until then, no bananas.

honestly, i’m a total sucker for the emotional attachment and draw of shoes so if the somewhat sparkly chuck taylor-ish ones were available in an 8 they would have walked out with us. sorry bean, not today.

but they were so ecstatic. so much so that their new shoes took naps on their floors under blankets. and went back on instantly upon waking. and were tested to see just how much faster they made them run and just how much higher they made them jump.

which of course they quickly found out made them SO much faster and higher that they become superheros. naturally.

hope your day was as heroic as ours. and that you left a few AA batteries and jugs of water for me. while i was turning my kids into superheros the rest of the rational parents in my town were ensuring the survival of their existance post-irene. whoops.

at least our feet will look good?

ps. first time blogging from bed. not so sure where spell check is or how to do much more then type and upload photos. but i have a feeling some of those night time mind ramblings may make it onto a screen yet. that and ensure i never get to bed early ever again.

Thursday, August 25th, 2011, 11:02 pm   |   daily nuances, indulgences, material things  |  RSS feed |  Respond  |  Trackback