Like his Mommy, Noah appreciates the stylings of a fabulous shoe. Last night, he literally started crying when I took his shoes off. So, we put them back on. Pick your battles, right? After we put his jammies on, Noah continued to try to put his shoes on his feet. So we did. Here's the visual...he's got skin-tight Halloween PJ's on, and a pair of white Nike tennis shoes. He said that he wanted to dance to songs, and proceeded to tell Michael "more," until I finally put the songs on Ghostbusters. He danced to Ghostbusters in his Halloween PJ's, with his Nike's on. Ahhhhh, life is so sweet!
Of course...there's always irony in life. I was at Wal-Mart at 5:15 am this morning because I didn't realize until late last night that Noah didn't have a pair of black shoes for his Christmas pictures today...at 9:00 before the stores opened. So, I get the black shoes at Wal-Mart...and he refuses to wear them! You gotta love it, right?
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