16 June 2015
I was home not enjoying the gloom and the Bickersons (me mam and Tonya's) when I decided I'd had enough and would go outside even though it was raining lightly. One man can take just so much of two old ladies bickering about everything under the sun. They agree on nothing. So to be home with broken toes, trying to recuperate, and having to listen to the yammering, it gets on the nerves every single one of them until the last one is starting to vibrate and the anger is rising, and well you need to get out of Dodge.
I made the mistake of trying to put shoes on the broken foot and almost went through the roof. I knew they felt pinched but didn't know how much until I took a step. I threw them off looking for something waterproof since those were the only rain shoes I had. But there was nothing but me slippers and being it was a desperate time, desperate measures came into play and slapping those suckers on me battered feet, I took off for the porch.
Instantly upon exiting the house I was faced with the rain dilemma, no brolly. I forgot one, not thinking of needing one for God knows what reason I would think that, and me rain slicker was without the hood, so there I was getting rather wet. I stood there for a good five minutes before I forced meself back inside.
The two women didn't know I had gone missing even if it was only for five minutes. They had taken the argy bargy to another room which took me a few minutes to realise I had space to breathe and enjoy the semi silence. The only person in the room was the wee one and he had found me rain shoes and was busy putting them on.
I sat there in dripping slicker watching him. He thought he was alone and was hard at the task of trying to get those big boats on his feet. If he had known I was there he would have handed them to me for help, so to watch a not quite one year old try to figure out shoes was rather interesting, to me at least.
|The struggle begins|
He then tried to get up and had a bit of a time with that big shoe on his foot but he managed it. Happy with that he sat back down and was ready to put the other shoe on, but it was behind him. Up he struggled again, instead of reaching around, and once up right slid his shod foot backward, then the bare one and crouching down got hold of the other shoe and trying to pick it up from an angle, it was too heavy so he stood there a minute and then sat back down next to the errant shoe and dragged it to his other foot. Same process all over again and then it was two feet in and trying to stand up with both feet encased in boat sized shoes.
It was hard not to help him, but he did it! Not only did he do it, he leaned down picked up his duck billed hat and put that on ready to go.
|Success! Thats my boy|
Just had to share that as a proud father.
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