We do not have good luck with shoes in this family. Well, okay. There’s the Shoenicorn and the Shoenicorn’s cousin. And my precious, amazing boots that I meant to write about and didn’t because I got too caught up in wearing them with absolutely everything to take time to write about them.
What I mean is that we do not have good luck–AT ALL–with first shoes.
See this adorable little football bootie? It’s one half of Joshua’s first pair of shoes. He wore these shoes every day. I loved these shoes. And then one day the dog, god love her simple little soul, ate the shoe’s mate. Just because. Leather was on the menu that day.
By the time she ate the shoe, this particular design had been discontinued so I couldn’t replace it. I had Facebook friends looking for another pair. I scoured Target’s website. I contacted an Etsy seller and attempted to have someone make a pair and they wouldn’t do it.
I WOULD HAVE PAID THEM GREAT MONEY. But no. They wouldn’t do it.
So I put his shoe away and cried a little about how there was only one of them for me to save to show him one day.
Then one of his first walking shoes was faux-bronzed and I cried for days. Seriously. Days of tears.
And then Emma came along and I started buying little girl shoes and making sure to put them high up out of the dog’s reach for fear that she would eat another one when I wasn’t looking.
Except Emma and shoes are like oil and water. The second I put them on her feet, she starts trying to take them off. And then she tosses them as far as her little baby arms can throw them. Which admittedly isn’t far, but still. The shoes do not stay on.
It doesn’t help that Ministars (Bobux’ Target line) have inferior elastics to Robeez and basically fly off her of her feet with little effort on her part, but still.
She was getting better about this shoe-wearing business, what with the walking and all, and I was breathing a sigh of relief.
And then Daylight Savings Time screwed up our sleep and I’ve been doing everything in my power to stay awake so staying awake and also paying attention hasn’t really been my strong suite this week.
We went to the grocery store on Thursday. Emma was wearing her shoes when we went inside. When I got her out of the cart to put her back in the car, her shoes were gone.
Not in the cart. Not in my bag below the cart having fallen through the slats. Gone.
The grocery store found ONE of her shoes.
So the cycle continues with the second child despite my best efforts otherwise.
RIP, pink peace sign shoe. You were awesome while you lasted.