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I have a confession to make. I kind of love shoes. I don't know when this happened, but for the last couple of years I see shoes and I just want to have them. All of them. Okay, not really all of them... not the crazy stilettos and not the really strappy how-do-you-even-get-them-on-and-off sandals and not the huge chunky ones. But I like shoes a whole lot more than I ever thought I would, even if I (somehow) manage to be super disciplined and not indulge myself very often. In fact, I think I've only bought two pairs of shoes in the last three years, and one of those was my first pair of snow boots since middle school. But last night I added the third pair in three years, because I desperately needed some shoes with really good support. I've been wearing my Chacos nonstop for the last two weeks and it helped a lot, but it's supposed to snow next week, and sandals just weren't going to cut it any more.
You know what else I'm in love with? Dillard's shoe department. We made my shoe-shopping trip a whole-family experience last night, and all the Dillard's ladies were so sweet and patient with the two crazy boys running and jumping every where and the one slightly impatient boy in the stroller (they really did behave themselves, they were just super energetic). Dillard's has my loyalty forever and ever when it comes to shoes. You know what sealed the deal? Not a single one of them said, "You have your hands full!" Love. Forever.
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Enter my new best friends.
Thankfully this wasn't as taxing a search as I've had in the past. After a grand total of 24 hours I'm already in love. I have a hunch I'll be asking for a pair of Dansko sandals for my birthday next June...
Thankfully this wasn't as taxing a search as I've had in the past. After a grand total of 24 hours I'm already in love. I have a hunch I'll be asking for a pair of Dansko sandals for my birthday next June...
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Okay, time for another confession. I've spent the last two weeks watching season 3 of Call the Midwife, and I (at least) teared up during every. single. episode. A couple times I outright sobbed.
I watched the first season when I was VERY pregnant with Liam, and it was perfect to get in the mood and mindset for birth (and make me super grateful that I wouldn't be giving birth in London's East End 70 odd years ago). I watched season 2 while I was pregnant with John Paul. Obviously watching it pregnant is fine, but postpartum is not. Even almost 8 months postpartum. Waaay too many hormones whilst doing the dishes. Alex caught me choking back the tears once midway through the season. He laughed at me (which I fully deserved) until that made me cry harder and kind of punch him. Gently. Sort of.
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NO this is not a pregnancy announcement!
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Speaking of shows, at lunch time today the boys and I made the absolutely horrifying discovery that Neflix has dropped Mighty Machines. It was one my favorite shows for the boys, because it was real trucks, limited obnoxious singing to be stuck in my head all day, and it was more educational than most of the other options. It was one of the boys favorites because TRUCKS. So you can imagine the meltdowns when I failed to produce what I had so blithely promised. I almost had a riot on my hands. Jen says it better than I ever could.
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As a result, I think Netflix and I are breaking up. Amazon Prime doesn't have Mighty Machines either (although I just found a bunch of episodes on YouTube... why didn't I think of that at lunchtime?!) but I think I'm ready to make the switch anyway. I've been wanting to watch Lark Rise to Candleford for ages (also not on Netflix, lame), and this just might be the tipping point.
Do you have a preference? Advice and recommendations most heartily welcome.
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