Shoes and ooze

Marty's still sick, although he's getting a little better. He has a constant stream of clear snot pouring out of his nose that, if you're not careful, can easily mistake for the stream of drool that is constantly pouring from his mouth. (Aside: parenting is the WORST.) He's hanging in there, though, and other than puking all over himself on the car ride home from church, he's in good spirits. Here he is sitting in his room, carefully chewing on a block while considering how best to sit on my face.

This boy is inexplicably so fat and so bony at the same time. When he sits on me, and this happens frequently, he manages to knock the wind out of me and cause deep tissue bruises with the same enormous, pointy butt. I will never understand this boy's physique.

Edie is continuing to grow like a weed. This week, she started complaining that her shoes were too tight, so we headed to the store on Saturday to get some new ones. Before we left, we talked about what kind of shoes she wanted, and she confidently told me that she wanted red racecar shoes. They had them, but right next to those she saw some pink Minnie Mouse shoes that LIGHT UP WHEN YOU WALK. OH MY GOODNESS, DADDY, I NEED THESE SHOES. LET ME PUT THEM ON MY FEET RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

We got the shoes, and other than when she's asleep, she's had them on her feet pretty much every single second since. She proudly showed them off at church today, and performed several fashion shows like what you see above. Sadly, I wasn't able to capture the fashion walk she calls the "bottom dance," so you'll just have to imagine a four year-old waggling her butt at high speed and giggling like a loon.