Growing Up

My little girls are growing up, while I remain largely oblivious. This is never more evident than when I finally give in and go to buy new shoes. In my defence, we spend the summer in bare feet or sandals. So I have some small excuse for not realizing the change. But it was still a shock to find out that Chrissy has gone from wearing size 3 children's to a 7 in women's shoe sizes. I'm totally jealous of Chrissy's cute shoes. Black tennis shoes with fuchsia trim. And I got her some cute gray boots, because I want some for me, but can't find anything cute my size. :o(

Marty also has crossed the line into adult sizes of shoes, but unfortunately has inherited my awful feet (short, but super wide), which are practically impossible to fit. So Terry fit her with boys' size 5-1/2. She was a bit upset about wearing boy shoes, but was consoled by the fact that I, too, wear men's shoes in the futile attempt to find shoes wide enough for my monster feet. However, they are relatively cute tennis shoes for boy shoes--dark brown with orange trim. I guess this explains the girls' recent frustration at trying to squeeze into little girl socks. Sigh.

Linda is not immune to this growing up thing, either. Though she remains relatively petite (for my kids, at least). She jumped from 11's to 13-1/2, and is just about ready to start over with the numbers. Who ever said this sort of thing was allowed, anyway?