The Great Shoe Migration

I don't know what it is about babies, and footwear -- but I think they're in cahoots.

Every morning, I get Sweet Pea out of bed. I change her diaper. I blow raspberries on her tummy. I get her dressed in a cute outfit with equally cute shoes.
Later in the day (sometimes sooner in the day) I am sure to note that one of her shoes, or sometimes both of them, is/are off. Typically, that shoe is also missing.

Rarely, the shoe has not gone far.

Frequently, the shoes are in hiding.


But without question, what remains is this:

Because after one has removed one's shoe, the sock is not far behind.

This is how I come to have 2 'free range' socks somewhere in the house, and how it is that I spend at minimum 20 minutes of every day searching for emancipated shoes. At least 30 minutes are spent putting that adorable little foot back into the shoe.