Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts

Friday, August 20, 2010

We're Home and Shoe Shopping!

We are home from the beach. We had a great time. But I am very tired! We all went non-stop for the entire week, and now I just want to crash and sleep for a couple of days. There is so much to blog about - so you will be hearing quite a bit from me for the next couple of days.








Yesterday, we went shoe shopping.

I LOVE going shoe shopping.

There is nothing quite as exhilarating as taking 3 children into a busy store and trying to find shoes that they not only like, but that they actually carry in your childs size and are within your budget. Needless to say, we were ecstatic to learn that Carlye has grown into a size 6, and her shoes are now about $10 to $15 more a pair.

Of course, shoe shopping for most people might be really difficult. Thankfully, Carl and I are blessed with truly perfect children. Since they are so perfect, they know to be thankful for any and everything that they get, so they never throw fits. Even when they are in a store and the only pair of not ugly shoes in the entire place aren't available in their size. They are just thankful to have shoes, especially since they remember all of the children that I have told them about here in America - and other countries - who don't even have shoes. It's nice to know my children listen when we talk to them, or remember where all of their old shoes have gone.

My children are also phenomenal at taking turns, and wait patiently and cheerfully while their siblings are picking out shoes and trying them on. Thankfully, it has never occurred to my children to climb the shoe shelves or ride skate boards down aisles full of people and their children. Wonderfully enough, the boys needed church shoes as well, so we were blessed enough to be able to go through the process - not once - but twice with each of our boys.

So, how was your Thursday?

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Beach






Keeping sand out of your stuff at the beach is like herding cats.
Practically impossible, and often painful.