Once you've become a parent, it's all about the little things. I guess life in general should be about the small pleasures, but as a new, still wet-behind-the-ears parent, the little ordinary things take on astronomical meaning. And by "things", I mean "triumphs". Small but significant battles won in your quest not to lose your marbles entirely, victories in the face of ever-present bleariness, self-doubt and over-worry. I'm not talking about "sleeping through the night" (god forbid). I'm talking about shoes. Shoes that stay on the Bean's feet. *Gasp*
Little M has been standing up and cruising for months, but I could never find any better solution to him not slipping than simple bare feet. Normal socks were obviously out. Anti-slip socks he pulled off. Hand-me-down booties he pulled off. I tried tucking his trousers into his socks, but he still pulled them off.
I don't actually think there's much wrong with bare feet, but the Italians are funny about stuff like that. They are terrified of catching cold and dress for the season, not the weather. At the Bean's nursery they were starting to look at me all funny. Hinting that I should buy some pretty leather and suede slippers for him, like all the other Littles wear. I refused - they cost a fortune.
And then I found these babies at the Gap. They were reduced price. They're grippy. They're pliable. They're roomy. They're spotty and ultra-cute.
And the very best thing? The Bean loves them. Actually wants to wear them and will try to put them on himself. I'm the picture of super-smug smugness at the moment.
Mum 1 vs. Baby Universe 347.
Small things. Small triumphs.
I don't actually think there's much wrong with bare feet, but the Italians are funny about stuff like that. They are terrified of catching cold and dress for the season, not the weather. At the Bean's nursery they were starting to look at me all funny. Hinting that I should buy some pretty leather and suede slippers for him, like all the other Littles wear. I refused - they cost a fortune.
And then I found these babies at the Gap. They were reduced price. They're grippy. They're pliable. They're roomy. They're spotty and ultra-cute.
And the very best thing? The Bean loves them. Actually wants to wear them and will try to put them on himself. I'm the picture of super-smug smugness at the moment.
Mum 1 vs. Baby Universe 347.
Small things. Small triumphs.
This is not a review of The Gap's baby shoes. I bought them because I genuinely love them, and received no compensation for writing this post.
