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duck feet

we don't need no stinkin' clothes.

so here's the thing: in some ways, i'm a pretty darn indulgent mother. my child rarely wears clothes on the weekend (unless we're going somewhere) and i let him climb things no child should probably climb (though we draw the line and jumping on the couch). drumsticks are only for drums, but if you want to use elmo straws as drumsticks on the floor, toybox, stuffed animal, or real dog, go ahead (as long as the dog doesn't mind).

so on saturday when john decided he *had* to wear his size 6.5 sandals (when he currently only wears a size 4 shoe) i said, what the hey. and he duck-walked around the house all afternoon. in just a diaper. does it get any cuter than that? no, i don't think it does.

and when he wanted to wear his duck shoes to wal-mart, i insisted on clothing him first, but we duck-walked around wal-mart too.

all ducks aside, we had an awesome weekend. hung out around the house doing housework and taxes on saturday, burritos for dinner, mommy and daddy date time to watch a movie saturday night, then church and naps and super bowl on sunday. (though i don't think i watched a single play or a single commercial of the super bowl - instead i played with all the kiddos at the party. which was fine with me!)

and you'll be pleased to know john is wearing properly fitting shoes AND clothing to school today. THAT is a monday victory.
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