babymother

Fancy footwork

One year, three days

Yesterday was the momentous occasion, if Clarks' are to be believed, of the purchase of babe's first pair of shoes. Along with the newly-shod baby you get to take home a booklet about babies' feet, a certificate displaying her size (two and a half G), and a framed polaroid. (She refused to smile for the camera until she had demolished a whole row of floral wellies.)

Apparently 2.5G is ridiculously small for a 12 month old, and the only ones in her size (as well as being outrageously girly) were crawling shoes. That's as opposed to cruising shoes, for walking around holding on to furniture, while the real shoes are reserved for those who are walking unsupported.

Anyway, I'm proud to report that in her crawling shoes this afternoon the babe effortlessly cruised for the first time, from the bedside table (she pulls the drawer out first to get a better grip on it) to halfway along the bed. And I bet she'll be walking in them soon too.