Alana like shoes. a lot. she’s had this thing about shoes since about 4 months ago, one of her first signs of personality.   she’d crawl into a pile of things and come out with 2 matching shoes.   sometimes hers, sometimes Beckie’s, and i swear when we’re getting ready to leave she ends up with mine.   She gets very proud of herself when she matches shoes, she holds them out for the world’s approval, and gets a big sloppy grin on her sloppy budha body.

G liked shoes too, and enjoyed the empowerment footware provided, but Alana’s relationship to los zapatos is sublime. She understood from the start the advancements of the species shoes represent, even before she could walk.   Once you get shoes on this child, she keeps them on for 14 hrs straight, the occasional baby-shoe-sock-self-entropification notwithstanding.   her shoes make her a bigger more able baby.   A sophistication becomes Alana when she is shodden.

For some reason G only wore these a few times before her feet were too big.   Alana looks spectacular in them and will rock the beach in Rocky Point.

her first pair of brand new shoes.   she wanted these more than her blanket. while i hate the impregnable opinions, i am wary of getting between a girl and her shoes, and appreciate the straightforward manner of communication.