Croc a dilly

One Sunday at church Levi took a liking to shoes.  He was trying to pull them off of every bodies feet.  This mama was thrilled.  Easy entertainment which kept him quiet.  Trying to keep a then 17 month old somewhat quiet in church is no easy task.  Luckily our new little church had outdoor services all summer. Nursery is not an option for us.  Cheerios, bottles and sippy cups everywhere.  You get the picture.  It has DANGER written all over it,  like it should be roped off with bright yellow caution tape.  Anyways.  The next day we headed up to the Monday Market, as we like to call it, and the croc guy was there.  You know the one.   Little tent with oodles of colorful crocs littering the ground for 5 bucks.  That guy.  He hooked us up.  We put them on Levi's feet, and the rest is history.  He started walking.  Shoes are obviously meant for walking.  Levi loves shoes.  It would not be uncommon for you to come to our house with Levi greeting you at the door with either a pair of shoes on his feet, or one sock on.  He'd give you a pretty stinkin cute smile and then admire your feet, if by chance you lose a shoe,  I know your thief.

Oh right..... Levi ate 2 bites of beef broth.  It was good.  Fred on the other hand ate half a box of Q-tips and didn't fair out as well.  This mama has one big croc a dilly smile.  Fish broth is up for tomorrow.  It is Well with my Soul.