This week's Fun Monday is hosted by the lovely Robin. Since this is my virginal Fun Monday effort, I ask you to be kind and leave me lots of commenty lovin'.
This week we were challenged to "photograph your favorite pair -- or pairs -- of shoes and tell us a little about why they're near and dear to your heart." Here are mine:
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
Well, ok, I'm not sooooo old, and I don't exactly live in a shoe, but I truly do have so many children I didn't (don't) know what to do.
I have four. My husband has one (and she lives with us). Do the math. That makes five.
There's something that happens when you have your first child. You record it all. Photos abound. Baby books are filled out, overflowing with information. Plus you are under the mistaken impression that you will remember everything. After all, how could you forget all the special moments of his babyhood?
Then Child No. 2 arrives. Hmm. Not so many pictures (although you try, really you do). Baby book? Sure. Occasionally. And yet you still remember those special baby moments and can tell the difference between the statistics of Child No. 1 and No. 2. After all, Child No. 2 was significantly bigger than Child 1, so some memories are firmly set.
Child No. 3. Uh. Are there pictures of him? Why, yes, a few. Baby book... uh, well, I thought I did one. No? Oh. Um. Ok. A few brain cells have died along the way. Wasn't his first word "antidisestablishmentarianism"?
Then there is Child No. 4. What? Who? Wait. Did she have a babyhood? Was she a toddler? Baby book? Huh? Did she even have one? Full-blown dementia has set in. Somebody walked at 11 months and someone else walked at 9. Which one? Please don't ask.
Anyway, I have presented to you the first shoes of my four offspring. Please note, I do have the first shoes from all four of them. Only two sets are bronzed. I actually know whose is whose, but can you guess who belongs to which pair?
(And truly, the only reason that Child No. 2's shoes were bronzed is that I did 'em at the same time I did Child No. 1's. Yeah, I suck.)
And by the way, I am brave enough to post a photo of my feet. Check this out for the explanation of the pedi situation.