talking a walk in heels

i've been a devoted heels-wearer for all of my adult life. i just like shoes, really, and if my feet are going to be fashionable and uncomfortable i figure that i might as well wear a heel over a ballet slipper... bunions vs fallen arches anyone?

i don't think i knew my real height in relation to the world until about 8 months into pregnancy when the heels went into the closet - suddenly all the counters and toilet seats and car doors were so much higher than before! and all those short people? they were on the same eye level! but since becoming a work/stay-at-home mom, i'm finding that i don't have quite the same need for my fancy shoes. we mostly play and walk places and heels are too impractical for that.

i did buy a low-heeled wedge the other day, for my "i'm comfortable and not dressed up but not slobby" look (you know, that mythical state of being) and cole has taken a shine to them:



it makes me laugh, and reminds me that, however dorky, i would really love to take tap dancing lessons. ah, that lovely 'tappa tappa tappa' sound. plus, i could inject tap interludes into everyday situations, like they did in old musicals.

just like mama

cole seems to have a thing for shoes. in this case flip flops, which he gathers up and slips his arms through before wandering around the house. he also enjoys slipping his whole arm inside jamie's size 12 shoes and then cackling like a crazy person. very adorable.

A fellow shoe enthusiast?

Cole plays a lot in the hallway between our bedroom and bathroom. It's lined with dual full-length mirrors and he has a blast there. I can say that it's the one fully baby-proofed space in our apartment, providing the closet is closed. So far anyway - I have to get more plug covers and baby bumpers and possibly replace our cheap and pointy $29 IKEA coffee table with an ottoman.

It was only a matter of time, though, before he realized that behind the mirrors there are a multitude of Mama's shoes. Not plain old runners and wellies, but shiny, delicious shoes! In boxes! With crinkly tissue! Some of his favourite things... He munches on his own shoes, but I kept him from doing that to mine in the interest of (a) safety for him and (b) safety for the shoes! He tore through the low-hanging fruit before I pulled him away. I'm trying to balance letting him explore stuff that he is interested in with stopping him when things become too dangerous for my liking...

In all fairness, he seemed as enamoured with the boxes as he was with the shoes, and that is the opposite for me...