New Shoes and Socks for almost all

With our lives being so hectic for the better part of a month now, things have been falling through the cracks at home. Lars was out of yogurt & cheese for a week, milk was sparse, though, supper was sparser. Not because we couldn't buy it, but because we were never home long enough to enjoy it and never able to get to the store.

Christmas boxes lie all over the place in various stages of being unpacked and I saw no need to vacuum or dust until it was finished. Which has taken quite a bit longer than I anticipated, because I want everything 'just right' for the parade in two weeks. We added a second tree this year, as well as several photographs from throughout the years framed and ready for a 'spot' somewhere. I hauled my Cherish Teddies out of the garage this year and realized that nearly half the box was from the Christmas collection, so I was happy to have thought to do that. It's been really fun, but I'm ready to be finished so I can sit around and enjoy it.

Sit around. That's pretty funny.


I won't even mention the lack of laundry &folding I have done lately. Pastor pulled undershirts out of a clean laundry basket for at least 4 days!


All of this leads me to the title of the blog. Eden said about 2 weeks ago that her feet hurt in her white tennis shoes. I checked the size and said, "they are a size 7 and your brown tennis shoes are a size 8. Wear the brown shoes." She agreed and we put the white shoes in the 'too small' box. After about a week of brown shoes, she was still complaining. Since she had holes in the toes and the sole was nearly gone, I said we'd look for some different shoes next time we went to SB. While we were at it, I thought, I may as well get new socks because I can barely get her feet jammed in these socks. Come to think of it, Lars' socks were getting pretty hard to get on, too.

Finally, on Friday, we were in SB and went to the shoe store. The lady measured Eden's feet and announced that the size 8 shoes she was wearing were probably hurting her feet b/c her feet measured out to be a 9 1/2 or 10. Wow, Mother of the Year here. While we were there, I had her check Lars' feet, which were also in shoes that were two sizes too small. Go figure. Since my shoes had holes in both toes and it was getting cold to be outside this time of year, I wandered over to pick out some for myself, as well. Daddy was the only one who didn't have time to look for any, and I'm hoping he can wait till the new year.

We left there and went to another store to get new socks for the kids. Apparently, you can't buy uni-sex tube socks for little girls, you either have purple bottoms or pink bottoms. We settled for white bobby socks instead. Lars got both dark socks for church as well as tube socks for the day, which make his feet even bigger and his shoes even smaller, so we had to get bigger shoes for him. Winter boots were a no-go, since we couldn't find any for him under $30. Unfortunately, this means he gets to wear Eden's pink, furry heart boots when it snows. Oh well, I did manage to find him some Navy snow pants, so it's not all bad.

Now, it's Sunday afternoon and I have to say I spent the morning tucking Lars' onesie, which was too small to stay snapped around his diaper, into his pants, which were half way up his calves and looked ridiculously small. The sweater he wore was about an inch too short on both arms and his belly stuck out the whole service. I guess it's time to go through his clothes, too!


Next weekend is busy from the get-go, so I won't guarantee a blog. It's furniture moving & last minute decisions, along with a walk- through of Sunday's service for the dedication. It's going to be a beautiful service & a fun but long day, I just hope nobody drops anything too important! The 42 page bulletin, which has been thoroughly proofread a dozen times has been sent to the printer and after next weekend, life should come back to the normalcy of Advent.

Well, maybe...