So I found these sweet boots last fall and I thought, "these are great winter boots...zipper, black, water proof, and for a special bonus they look a lot like fire fighter boots (E is currently obsessed)." It's true that he loves them more than any other shoes he's ever worn, but I am finding allowing him to wear those boots every day all day without regard the rest of his outfit is having an affect.
I realize I have become "that mom." The mom with the frumpy kid. The one that everyone thinks must let him dress himself, not comb his hair and wear boots to church, the park, the library, and even when it's 80 degrees outside, crawl on the store floor, eat food after it's been dropped on the ground or already been chewed up by another kid and spit out...I mean who knows how long it's been since he's been bathed...or had his diaper changed...
The other day I looked at him as he went out the door and the only thing I could think of was Napoleon Dynamite...I'm raising THAT kid?! And I'm THAT mom!
And that was the day we went shopping for new shoes. I thought I would have to fight him more to get new ones but every time he puts on his new loafers he says, "these shoes fit mommy." Sorry little man, turns out I am not the only uncomfortable with those sweet sweaty boots!
