Imelda Marcos

First, I want to say that this post is about my boys love for shoes, NOT about photography. Getting a good picture of this kid requires the use of staples, or duct tape if you're in a bind. He refuses to LOOK at the camera -- no matter what. Only trickery works. And, getting him to SIT still requires serious bribes or lots of hard manual labor.

Okay. Anyway. My boy's love for shoes rivals Imelda Marcos' collection of shoes. Remember her? She had a lot of shoes. Harry doesn't really *have* alot of shoes, but shoes take up a lot of room in his heart. Alot. Up until about a week ago, shoe was the most common word out of his mouth. (Now, for the record, it's NO. Everything is no. ) If he noticed Andy wasn't wearing his shoes -- he ought to head for the hills -- or put the shoes ON. NOW. Not the rest of us. Just Andy.

{on every different day he's wearing a different pair of shoes! I just noticed that!}

And, just this week. Still lovin' the shoes. Wearing Cam's that are too big and snuggling some Teva's that are too small. Silly boy.