When I was pregnant with our first baby, my mother in law gave me a beautiful box at a baby shower. It looked like castle but the top came off to reveal a dozen pairs of adorable, tiny baby shoes.
But unfortunately, they didn't get as much use as I hoped. My babies are born big and grow fast so we skipped the first few sizes. Especially because I was barely keeping up with feedings and diapers. Rarely was I collected enough to think about those perfect, stylish accessories.
By the time I would start regularly putting shoes on my babies, they learned to take them off. Whether from curiosity or foot claustrophobia, my babies don't like to wear shoes. Sure, they love to parade around in MY shoes but don't like wearing their own.
And then last week, I tried putting shows on Lovely again (probably for the first time in two months. Don't judge.) She looked at her feet, wiggled, giggled and took off running. Since then she insists on wearing her shoes. As soon as she's awake, I lift her from the crib, she points and asks, "shoes?"
Yea! Too bad all those tiny shoes are now packed in storage. Oh well.
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