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Jack is now way into shoes.
Mind you there was a time he hated shoes, hated socks and didn't want to have anything near his tootsies.
The other day we were playing in his room and he found his brand new red Converse high top. He held it up over his head and shouted in delight ...
"New SHOES!!"
... and then insisted I put them on him.

Now whenever he sees shoes he has to point them out.
"Mama shoes."
"Dada shoes."

Yesterday evening we opened Christmas gifts from his aunts and uncle from DC. He tore open the packaging and then waited for me to open the box. First, a Virginia Tech football jersey. He picked it up looked at it and then tossed it aside. (That gift was more for Uncle and Daddy to enjoy.) Then he pulled out another shirt. And then he saw them. Brand new KICKS.

He quickly pulled out one.
"New shoes! New shoes!" he said clapping. And then when he realized they lit up when he moved, he said, "ooooo."
We immediately had to put them on. He tried to do it on his own but he eventually let me help him.

Later that night Dada called from the road to see how we were doing. I held the phone up to Jack's ear and his father asked him what was going on.

"Dada. New shoes. New shoes!"
And as he was saying it, he pointed to his feet, smiling.