Happy St. Patrick's weekend

Eddie and I started the weekend with a little shoe shopping. He has basically outgrown all his shoes. I promised him we'd find a pair of blue shoes--I had no idea these would be his pick.

I knew I wanted a pair of 'crocs' for him cause they were so darn cute and there were lots of colors from which to choose. I let him pick the color--I even asked about navy, red, light blue, and so on. He kind of bit on the red, but then seemed to want these. He LOVES them. Wants to put them over his PJs and put them on every chance he gets. I guess they are a bit of a greenish/blueish.

We did get 2 other sandels too. So the picture of Eddie bowing was taken on Sat. while I was at work. Den asked him to smile and he bowed. His Green Bay Packer's colored shirt is about the only green in his wardrobe, and I tried not to be critical of Den's roll job on the pants, because it's best not to cast stones...

The other picture with Den was taken today (Sunday). Ed asked 'gin' 'gin' (again, again) to ride on daddy's shoes. An interesting development is that Ed doesn't like to go for runs with Den anymore. He doesn't really want to get in the jog stroller. Ugh. This would be why we are waiting on the purchase of a double stroller until we figure out how Ed will be.

In all my pregnant glory, I was up at 5am and decided 3 weeks before my due date was as good as time as any to unpack the newborn clothes. As I unpacked the clothes, many of those memories from early on that we'd repressed came back to me about life with a newborn...the speed with which they grow through clothes, the number of outfits one can change in a day, how much more still a wiggly infant seems than a rambunctious toddler.