Baby shoes

Today we went in search of new shoes for the teeny tot. His little foot seems to be turning into a big foot rather quickly. Even I, lover of all shoes, can never have too many (yes dear, even if they do look similar to the last 4 pairs I bought) shoe fanatic, see that when he’s out of them in 6 weeks or less it is quite silly to buy more than 1 or 2 (ahem,….. ok 3……….. errr…. 4 but that’s it) pairs at a time. I found myself in the toddler shoe Mecca, down size 6 alley, grabbing box after box of the most adorable, teeny tiny, oh so cute, we just have to have them shoes. When the stroller could not hold another box with out causing serious harm to the baby, I decided it was try on time. Greyson, the ever loving, laid back kid that he is, took it all in stride, perched upon his stroller seat holding his little feet out for mommy to cram into shoes, only occasionally whopping me on the back of the head with a slobbery, sticky palm. We narrowed it down to 5 pairs rather quickly, then 4. My mind quickly flashed to the great sale sign in the window “Buy 1 pair, get the 2nd pair FREE!!” So…. Technically I can buy him 2 pairs of shoes (so not unreasonable right?) but walk home with all 4 pairs! Woo Hoo! Then it hit me….. that nagging little voice in my head (it’s the one with Greg’s voice).

“ Um… Heather” it said, “ you know, you could just buy 1 pair, get the 2nd pair for free and that really will be enough for the next few weeks until he needs a bigger size.”

I hate this voice – it just ruins my shopping high…….

I only came home with 2 pairs of shoes…. My hubby loves me.

Urban Legend?

My mother-in-law continually tells us about a friend of her friends, daughters, son’s, wives, sister’s son (of course this part changes from week to week) who once stuck a bean up his nose and apparently the bean sprouted, causing the kids face to swell and I’m assuming great discomfort. We hear this story at least once a week, always during dinner, and anytime anything gets even close to Greyson’s nose. The likely hood of this story being true? Who knows? Urban Legend? More than likely………

My husband (who’s sense of humor is questionable at times) and I were eating diner the other night when I half choked on my hamburger causing me to have that feeling of food stuck in your nose.

“Oh Man” I said “ I feel like I have burger stuck in my nose!”

And my ever so concerned husband replied “ Well, lets hope you don’t grow a cow”.

Please, let Greyson develop his Mommy’s sense of humor, please Please Pretty Please??

Pride in inches.....

Tonight as I rocked Greyson to sleep, I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly long he has gotten, I can distinctly remember how just one short year ago he comfortably fit with in the crooks of my arms from head to foot. Now as he relaxes into dream land, I look down to where once lay my little baby is now a tall, lanky toddler, and I’m so proud. Who knew one could be proud of another for just the simple act of growing, something completely out of his control, yet I am proud. One of mommy’s simple joys – being slap happy proud, over anything and everything.

and so begins the blog....

I have been thinking now for awhile, (especially now that Greyson’s babysite is running out of room) about a place to keep my thoughts and daily what-have-you’s in one organized and handy spot. Thus, my blog is born – Mommy-hood 101. I’ve found myself in SO much unfamiliar territory this past year, that often I wish there was a “how to” class for moms. Hands on experience does have a way of teaching you quick though. So sit back, relax and enjoy the stories of my daily 101 class on how to be the best mom I can be.

Lovies,
Heather