Photo: Old shoes, new shoes. Big shoes? Boy shoes. Big blue boy shoes. ….sorry, I just got finished reading Fox in Socks to the boys. Anyway, yes: Older shoes that still fit Minor on the left, crazy new awesome shoes for Major on the right. Let’s talk about Stride Rite quality though: those old shoes still light up after a million washes and have held up to heavy use for now their third summer, and they’ve got a bunch of good miles left in them. Just in case you ever wonder why I’m payin’ this money to get these shoes. That’s why. They are worth every single penny (and no, they didn’t pay me to write that!). (Also, like what I did with the title there? hahaha… so corny…)
Eww… it’s hot, ya’ll.
(I saw you roll your eyes. “You complain all winter! You’re not allowed to complain in the summer, too,” you’re thinking. Yeah, well… you are right. But still…)
It’s hot, ya’ll. Sticky gross hot. Legit southern hot. Don’t touch me, don’t talk to me hot.
And it’s gonna be this way all week.
Of course, I saw the Today Show this morning and they said that the forecast in the southwest was something like 110 for daytime highs and I was like… oh… it’s not that hot here… and then I emailed my girl Leah just to send her my (slightly cooler) thoughts because she lives out that way, and she informed me that it was 102 during the night time last night and that… that’s hot, ya’ll.
So I guess I shouldn’t complain.
No no, I still will. It’s Massachusetts hot, ya’ll. I get that’s whimpy hot, but I don’t care. 🙂
Anyway, since you are now sufficiently judging me, I might as well get on with my Monday post.
We got Major a new pair of shoes, as you can see, and he is crazy super pumped about them. It ended up being a Daddy trip with just Major while Minor and I stayed home. Let me tell you, Minor was pissed about it.
“But I want to go, too!”
“I want to go with Daddy, too!”
“But when do I get to go with Daddy?”
“When is [Major] coming back? Why did he go with Daddy?”
Remember when the only thing that made Minor happy was a little Mommy Snuggle Time in my lap with his favorite show? Nothing in the world mattered as long as he was in my lap.
Welp, those days are over. Minor is lookin’ for a little more inclusion now.
There was nothing I could do to calm down this child for the two hours his father and his brother were gone. It wasn’t always an anguished wail (that was the beginning). Eventually it turned into an icy sort of settlement, along the lines of “if you thought you were gonna have an easy time of this, you were sorely mistaken, madam! Now get you some legos and build.”
Yeah… No rest for the mommy. No work done, either. Lots of “vroom-vroom” sounds and “drive your truck over here.”
And when Major came back with his glorious new light-up shoes with the cool blue lightsaber on the side, struttin’ his stuff and showin’ off because he was just too cool?
Ohhh…. Minor was all set. “Where are my new shoes? Did you bring me new shoes? Daddy, are my new shoes in the car?”
Twenty minutes of crying. Inconsolable.
You gotta understand: The Husband and I are first-born children. First-born children get the new stuff. They also get all the parenting mistakes and all the pressure to perform… so… it’s an equal exchange. We make sure we buy nice stuff for Major that we know is gonna last for two kids. So Minor’s current shoes are now on their almost third year of use, with countless washes and dries (and you know what? The lights still work on them! ), and they are still in pretty good condition. The shoes Major just grew out of will also do nicely when the time comes. It’s just how it is. I know that I can’t do this forever. They will grow at different rates, find different styles, etc… but it meant the difference between $40 on shoes this weekend (that was the outlet price and even on clearance, which just happened to be a happy happenstance) and $80 worth of shoes. So, I was able to get a little extra for little boys at Old Navy because we saved that bit of money.
But he doesn’t understand that. He just understands that he was left out. And that sucks. We’re going to have to be better about that.
Now, before you go thinking me some cruel and terrible mother who only give my second child left-overs, please keep in mind that Minor does get a lot of his own things, including but not limited all things yellow. I honor the yellow thing. All yellow shirts. All yellow toys. Favorite yellow outfit for school washed and dried on time every school day because that’s what he wants. That’s his way of distinguishing himself from his brother and it’s an easy thing for me to do for him. He gets to pick his own library books, he gets special little somethings whenever he asks… he is, in all ways, the spoiled little sibling.
Back to Major for a second: That child came home in size 11 1/2 shoes this weekend. He’s just about out of the little kid sizes and I’m just astounded. Matter of fact, at Old Navy, he’s now officially too tall for the “toddler” section and I’ve got him in the big kid “boy” section of clothes. Isn’t that wild? He won’t be five until January! He’s just off the charts, ya’ll! He is going to be so tall. My father is 6’4, my father-in-law is the same height. My husband is 6’1ish. I am pretty sure that Major is going to be taller than his father. We’ll see.
Still feeling back about Minor? Don’t. He surprised us both last night when, in our heat exhaustion, we put on some DVR’d episodes of Battle Bots to watch (My husband might have done some stuff like in high school… we might, the two of us, be nerds of the highest order and I just sorta hide it). While The Husband and I were discussion the merits of the design features of the remaining bots in the tournament, we noticed that Minor was the most excited we’ve ever seen him. “Again! More! Can we see that again? I want the robots to fight again!” He needed to watch all of the final battles (we fast-forwarded through all of the commentary, interviews, commercials and nonsense, drastically reducing the viewing time) and then, when it was all over and the final robot was found triumphant (The Husband and I were disappointed by the final outcome), that child was looking for yet more.
Then he talked about it all day today. He even built himself a “robot” with his little duplos today. I’m pretty sure he found his purpose in life last night. 🙂
Of course, I texted my dear friend about our nerdy-parent victory, and she happily informed me that there’s a Lego set just for him just waiting for us to spoil him with. Well… that’s out of our price range, even for Christmas, but I am going to see if I can recruit the various grandparents to help us out. This is a passion I’ve got no problem with helping along.
Anyway, there was actually way more that went on this weekend, but I guess I’ll have to save it for Wednesday. Hey, we even had a spontaneous DIY that I need to take a few pictures of! Look forward to that!
Until then, Dear Reader, stay cool and productive out there!