Got My Vans On, But They Look Like Sneakers.

Max is officially cooler than me. When I was exchanging my Hunter Welly boots (I needed a bigger size) at Get Outside on Queen Street, I noticed that they also sell Vans, in kids sizes. I knew Max was due for some new shoes, so I bought him a pair (thinking that if they didn't fit, I'd exchange them for an alternate size). Taking Max to get fitted for shoes is about as much fun as getting a root canal, so I usually buy shoes without him and try them on him at home. This makes for several trips to and from the shoe store, but it keeps my grey hairs to a minimum.

I take a lot of pride in dressing Max well. Part of it comes from guilt, because I want so badly for him to fit in and be accepted (even at the early age of 3). There is also the fact that it is really hard to buy him toys because I always have to take into consideration whether or not he'll understand how to play with it, if is it safe, and it also needs to be non-toxic because it will definitely end up in his mouth. And the obvious reason for dressing him in stylin' threads is that he is one beautiful boy, and his clothes need to complement his stunning looks. I'm sort of kidding about that last one, but not really - he is one good looking little man.

I wasn't sure if Scott would think the shoes were completely ridiculous or not, and I was pleased when he saw them and immediately gave them the thumbs up. He joked that with these shoes on, Max could star in a Specials video. Since Max needs inside shoes and outside shoes for daycare, and I now know that he wears a size 9 (big feet!!) I think I'll go back on Monday and get him the black pair as well. And do not fear, I have them labeled up already with my trusted Mabel's shoe labels (my favourite Mabel product). I'd hate for these awesome shoes to go missing!

Week 12: Weight Loss Wednesday (aka "Good News & Bad News").

First the bad news: I didn't post last week because I didn't lose any weight. I was going to skip my post this week for the very same reason, but decided that was a cop out. There have been plenty of pictures of me on Fickle Feline lately, so I decided instead of taking a big frowny face picture of myself, I would feature something much happier - my new Hunter Welly boots that I got for my birthday (that's the good news). See? Aren't you smiling now? It's hard not to at least crack a half grin when you are staring at bubble gum pink rain boots. I was inspired to get these boots when my friend Jennifer got a pair of red ones for herself. We chatted back and forth about which colour I should get, and I finally settled on fuchsia. If you look closely, you can see that I've already labelled them up with my very own set of Mabel's Labels (my kids aren't the only ones who lose things!). I did consider getting plain old black, as it seemed more sensible, but shoot, rain boots are already sensible. Pink will tell people I have a sense of humour (and they will be able to see me coming from a mile away). Pink will also embarrass the crap out of my kids when I join them on school field trips to places like Springridge Farm and Centre Island. Yes, my goal is to be that mom. My kids will pretend to be mortified by me, but secretly they will love it and all the other kids will wish they had a mom as cool as me. Hey - shut up, it's MY fantasy!

Back to Work: 17 Days & Counting.

All told, I have spent 2 of the last 4 years pregnant. That blows my mind, especially since I am not one of those women who claims to be happiest when I'm knocked up, far from it. I am probably one of the more miserable pregnant ladies you'll ever meet. Correction - that you would have ever met ("you'll" subtly implies that I will be pregnant in the future which is not going to happen). As I prepare to go back to work, I have been forced to review the work appropriate attire currently hanging in my closet, and I have to say, it's a pathetic site. Add to that the fact that I am currently on the road to weight loss, and you can see why I am feeling underwhelmed about buying new clothes.

Since I appear to be at a stalemate regarding shopping for garments, I decided that shoes were likely my safest bet. The only shoes I have purchased in the last 4 years are ones that would fit my poor, tired, working-hard-to-support-extra-baby-pounds feet. I fantasized about the sexy heels I would buy that would make my butt look fantastic and my calves shapely. Would I want an open toe shoe since summer is coming? Something flirty perhaps?
And then I woke up. Who am I kidding? The days of sexy heals, like the ones (in the top left corner of the picture of red sexy shoes above) that my friend Lulu got me for my celebratory "Grown & Sexy" party, are long gone, at least when it comes to work. I need a pair of shoes that I can walk 5 city blocks in without destroying my feet. I need a pair of shoes that will last me until I can afford to buy another pair. I need a pair of shoes that I can wear with a skirt or pants. I need a pair of shoes that are - and I hate to say this - sensible. I settled on a pair of black patent leather, low healed, pumps. I tried them on this morning and modeled them in various poses, hoping to find a stance that would give them some sex appeal. No dice. But they are comfortable.