I recently blogged about Big Baby Davis starting to walk.  Well, we figured that a walking boy probably needs to start wearing some shoes every once in a while.

Up until now, when we would take him out in public, everyone would always ask, “Where’s that boy’s shoes?”  I guess it’s kind of redneck to take him out and about without shoes on, but we didn’t really see why it mattered if he wasn’t walking anyway.

While we were waiting on our car to get an oil change and a tire patch, we strolled through the mall and happened upon a shoe store.

You should have seen Davis sitting there like such a big boy, trying on different pairs of shoes.  Actually, you can…

Oh my gosh!  It’s so neat and so sad at the same time!

After shoe shopping and an hour-long sports discussion between Kurt and his cousin, I dragged my boys home to pack and get on the road.

We made our way back to our hometown for a little family time.

Tonight, for the first time in I don’t know how long, I’ll be running on a treadmill.  Wish me luck.  I’ll let you know how it went with tomorrow’s post.