Shoes shoes and more shoes

For those of you that really know me, you know how much I love shoes. For many years of my twenties I bought shoes rather than ate. It was a no brainer.

So far it seems I have passed this genetic trait to both my daughters. Missy Moo will often change shoes a few times until she's happy in what she's wearing - despite my OCD inner self screaming at the colour combinations!! Little Miss will scream and fight until you put on a pair she wants to wear, regardless of colour co-ordination or practicality - hello furry slippers in the backyard!?!? Note: she also does this with clothes and for the first time out of three kids I'm experiencing a fussy dresser, but that's another story.

This morning I was taking the tribe out to run errands; return this, pick up that, buy this, grab that. There was a plan and not a huge amount of time to complete it in - as per usual. We all managed to get dressed with minimal fuss or tears, from me anyway. Missy Moo kept telling me her boot hurt her foot. This was the first time she'd worn them so I was concerned. Don't tell me they're too small before she's even worn them?? I felt for her toes, I got her to wiggle them, I took the boot off her and checked inside for stray plastic or loose zippers, I held the boot to her foot and by all accounts it should fit fine??? After much swearing (in my head) I told her we'd go and get her a new pair. They must be too small? PISSED OFF! So off to the shops we went with yet another task tacked onto an already busy to-do list. We got boots eventually. The kids ran all over the shop, around the fitting room, up and down on the shoe fitting seat thingy. I could feel judgement from other parents but given how long it was taking to get served, well I figured as long as they're occupied they're happy. We got boots, in the same size as the ones at home and I still wondered what had happened to make them 'hurting!'

She loved the new boots! She'd strutted in front of the mirror, she showed them to everyone she saw, she ran and played in them, scuffed them before we came home because of course she had to wear them straight away. Of course.

Shopping was stressful. It's school holidays here so the shops were heaving. The couple we sat next to in the food court were not happy about my kids and I sitting so close to them ie. the table next to them. Weirdos!! The noise was epic. We took too long at the shops so the kids were over it by the time we left and I struggled back to the car with screaming toddlers in the overloaded pram and a run away toddler who kept disappearing every two bloody minutes in his attempts to walk everywhere! Stress was highhhhhh!!!

It's taken me all day to get over it.

I've just gone to bed and looked at the boots from this morning again.... And found tissue paper stuffed in the toes of the one boot that was hurting. No wonder they hurt. Turns out we didn't need to go buy another pair. Now the child with a growing shoe obsession has two pairs of boots for winter. All thanks to a wad of tissue paper.

And speaking of shoes, did I mention I start a new job next week? Oh yes, Manager of the ladies shoe department at Myer. I'm in heaven already just thinking of all those shoes!! Here's to building my girls shoe obsessions!! Hahaha

a better day at the Easter Show

Today my little family and I went to the Easter Show. We dropped a shedload of cash, there was a few tanties and I consumed a dagwood dog but it was fabulous!! We had a really great day, and I'm pretty sure the 3 exhausted little monkeys currently snoring their heads off upstairs would say the same.

Taking my three toddlers to the easter show was no easy feat I gotta say. Missy Moo was pretty scared in the animal nursery. When I say pretty scared I actually mean terrified but she was last year too so we expected it. Last year Little Miss was only 8 months old so she wasn't bothered one way or another. This year however she too was scared - joy!! Managing two scared toddlers would have been ok between the two of us, but add in a third toddler who was fearless and trying to climb into the animal enclosures and pick up baby goats and sheep, well it was interesting to say the least. I got a few photos but it was certainly intense in the animal enclosure today!

Taking three toddlers on rides when there is only two adults is pretty much impossible. Monkey Man says he wants to go on everything but once he gets to the start line he freaks and wants Mummy or Daddy with him. Missy Moo at least has the decency to be upfront about her need for Mummy and Daddy to come on everything with her, as she should at 2.5. Little Miss just cries and doesn't really enjoy rides as yet. We went on a big ferris wheel as a family and spent the entire time telling her to sit still, not to touch the doors or to jump around the cabin. Pretty scary at however many feet up in the air!! I took Monkey Man and Missy Moo on a little roller coaster rider and can't say I enjoyed it. Both kids seemed to so that's all that matters right? My back is screaming at me from the jolting and jerking that bloody ride did and I still have a headache however many hours later. (god I sound old!!) On a sidenote, all 3 of us fit into a carriage made for two which was a total woohoo moment for me. This time last year none of the kids would have fit in there with me so yeah to progress!!

Speaking of a year ago, I had to go and find the photos from Easter last year to compare my monkeys and how they've grown. One of the troubles of having 3 kids a year apart is that the last 3 and a bit years are really a blur to me. Sometimes I genuinely have trouble remembering how they were at that time.
A year ago my Little Miss was a baby. She's now a determined, stubborn, head strong toddler with a will that is fierce! The girl knows what she wants, no doubt about that!

ignore my stupid head hahaha

A year ago Monkey Man was 2.5, camera shy and too busy being busy to have his photo taken. Now he tells me to 'take my photo mummy' and will pose. Ok its for a split second which is barely long enough for me to get the camera out and he usually does that painful looking cheeeeeese face but you know, its all progress right?

A year has made a big difference to our kids, they've grown so much. A year has made a big difference to our easter show experience. Next year I reckon it will be even better - hell we might even be able to stay for the night time show... pushing it maybe?? Only time will tell.