Eggstravaganza

You know you like the extremely creative title, don't lie.  Easter was quite an event this year, with lots of egg coloring, Easter baskets, a ridiculous amount of food and whatnot.  It may seem that this post is a picture overload but believe me, I cut out quite a few.  

We started the Easter celebration off a few days ahead of time with the ol' egg dying tradition.  

Luca and Ashton came to town for the festivities.

The finished products.  Not too shabby.

We had another egg dying session the next day with Sam's cousins from Jon's side.  Not sure why Sam looks terrified in this picture.

Unfortunately we were lacking in dye-filled cups, as you can see.

The Easter Bunny stopped by a little early with stuffed animals for the kiddos.

Sam loved his gween fwog.

Sammy before church on Easter Sunday.  He was not happy with the tie, but amused me for a picture.

Attempting to get a picture of all the grandkids at Jon's parent's house.  It never goes well....

The egg hunt begins.

If there are eggs hidden in that tree then I consider the Easter Bunny a jerk.

Back at my parents' house for egg hunt #2.  Sam had learned from the first egg hunt and was all over the eggs this time leaving poor Ashton in the dust.

 On a mission.

I hope everyone had a Happy Easter!  I know we did!

Easter Basket on the Cheap

Not sure if you're aware, but Easter is upon us.  I love me some Easter.  Bunnies, baskets, eggs, candy, fancy dresses at church, springtime...what's not to love?  I used to think it would be a sad, sad day when I stopped getting an Easter basket.  What I didn't consider though, is that one day I would get to play Easter Bunny.  I've always dreamed of being a giant rabbit breaking into houses and dropping off eggs and candy!

I ran by the Dollar Tree the other day to pick up some gift bags and noticed they had a big section devoted to Easter.  I thought I'd pick up one or two things to add to Sam's basket, but to my surprise, they had everything one might need for a fully stocked basket.  The entire thing cost me $12.00!

Can you tell Sam's favorite color is "ooange?"

Baseball stuff, rake, coloring book, crayons, stickers, bunny toy, bubbles, chicken eggs with candy, and sand bucket

I can't wait to see Sam's face on Easter morning when he sees what the Easter Bunny left for him.  Notice there is very little candy in this basket.  Call me a lame Easter Bunny if you must, but you aren't the one who has to deal with my candy obsessed child.

The chickens are my favorite part.  Ain't they cute?  Have a great Easter weekend, everyone!

Sugar and Baseball

My child is OBSESSED with sweets.  I know all kids love candy, but you don't understand.  Sam has an endless pit of desire for it.  We've had to completely rid the house of sugary treats, which, believe me, is a drastic measure.  I, myself, am a lover of anything sweet, so this is the ultimate sacrifice.  I know you may be thinking it's a bit extreme to get rid of sweets altogether.  You're being all judgey thinking I'm one of "those annoying moms" and I should just hide the treats or only allow him to have one after dinner, aren't you?  Hahaha, you are very funny.  We've tried all that.  He outsmarts us and figures out the hiding places, he stands at the pantry and cries and cries and cries for "mo" if we only give him one.  It's just not worth the fight anymore.

We do make exceptions when we go out, however.  It's possible that I bribe him to stay in the cart at the grocery with skittles.  Perhaps I buy him a strawberry smoothie from McDonald's to keep him occupied while running errands.  But I don't feel so guilty about the occasional glucose filled bribery since we don't eat sweets at home...see how nice that works out?

This past weekend we caught a Legends' baseball game and Sam took full advantage of the only eating sweets while out policy.

Before we even made it to the food vendors, his Grandma Becky was bribing him with M&M's to smile for the camera.  I'm telling you, he'll do anything for candy.

And then he discovered the classic ballpark treat known as Cracker Jacks.  I had to stick very close by while he indulged in that since I have a huge fear of kids choking on popcorn (thanks, Daddy.)

And then came the biggest prize of them all when it comes to ballpark treats - a little piece of heaven called Dippin' Dots.  It doesn't get much better than little cryogenically frozen balls of ice cream.  No, really.

I tried to get him to share with me, but nothing doing.  (Forgive my crazy looking hair, it was quite windy and chilly by this point.)

Only one thing was possibly more exciting than the food at the ballpark.  A real live Legends ball player came over and gave Sam a baseball.

His second favorite thing to candy (and his mama) is a baseball.  Or a football.  Or a basketball.  You get the point, I just didn't want to come out and say "my kid loves balls!"  But I just did.  This is getting awkward.

Moving right along.  Actually, that's all I got, but this was too cute of a picture to pass up.  A-dor-able.

The Burn

Sorry for the blog absence but the last time I wrote a post I was about 2 sentences away from publishing when I accidentally hit some magical combination of keys that actived an "abort all" mission, thus completely wiping out the post I had worked on for close to an hour.  I was very mad at blogger for allowing this to happen and its punishment was a boycott.  I have now moved on.

By telling you the following story (again) I run the risk of being filed away in your brain rolodex under the "really stupid people" file, but that's a risk I'm willing to take in order to keep it real here on my blog.

A few nights ago Jon got home very late from work, exhausted and hungry.  Being the good wife that I am, I told him to take a load off and I would cook his dinner (he eats 6 meals a day for his diet, hence the late meal.)  He showed me exactly how he wanted it cooked in some fancy pants way, and I obliged as he went to lay down and watch t.v.

Step one was to get a pan good and hot on the stove top with some olive oil and sear a piece of pork on each side.  Check.  Step two was to put said pan with pork in the oven at 400 degrees for about 20 minutes.  Check.  Step three was to take the pan out of the oven, put it back on the stove top, set the pork aside to rest, and make a sauce with the pork drippings and several other ingredients, including white cooking wine.  I made it to the point of setting the pork aside with no problem, and started grabbing ingredients out of the pantry to make the sauce.  

I grabbed the bottle of cooking wine first, unscrewed the top and started to pour it directing into the pan sitting on the stove top.  I stopped myself just short of tipping the bottle all the way over, thinking, "duh, you shouldn't pour alcohol directly over a stove top."  SAFETY FIRST!  So, instead, I grabbed the handle of the pan with my bare hand and lifted it off the stove to pour the wine.  Ahem, let me say that again.  I COMPLETELY WRAPPED MY BARE HAND AROUND A 400 DEGREE HANDLE AND LIFTED IT OFF THE STOVE TOP BEFORE MY NERVE ENDINGS SENT THE MESSAGE TO MY BRAIN THAT IT WAS HOT AS A CAMPFIRE IN HADES AND I SHOULD PROBABLY LET GO ALREADY.  I immediately threw the pan back on the stove, but I knew it was too late.  It was bad.  It was really bad.

Normal person's thought:  Do not touch.  My thought:  I'm gonna get you, handle!

I ran to the sink and stuck my hand under cold running water and yelled for Jon to come give me sympathy, because really, there was nothing else he could do.  The tears were streaming at this point and blisters were forming all over my hand as I rotated from running water to dunking my hand in ice water to wrapping a cold washcloth around it.  But, I'm telling you, the pain was SO intense.  Oh, the pain.  I tried to tough it out with household remedies, but I gave in after an hour.  The pain just would not subside, and I needed the good stuff.  I needed prescription pain killers.

I apologize for the graphic nature of this picture. 

I drove myself to the ER around midnight, steering with my right hand and reaching over the wheel with my left hand soaking in a cup of ice water (Jon stayed home with Sam, who was sleeping.)  My intentions were to run in all dramatic-like and demand painkillers, but after careful re-consideration, I decided they might think I was one of those crazy people who injures themselves on purpose for a ticket on the Percocet train.

A gown for a hand wound seems a bit dramatic to me.

A very nice doctor gave me a prescription for painkillers.  Then a nurse gave me a tetanus shot (what the hell?) and proceeded to spread burn cream on my blisters (which was not for pain, only to prevent infections) and wrapped my hand up to resemble a half woman-half lobster creature.  So, you see, they took away my ice water and wrapped my scorched hand in a nice little gauze oven.  And then it felt like I was holding a pile of burning coals in my hand, which, I didn't think was possible, but was actually more painful than when I  first burned my hand on a sizzling pan.  I apologized to the lovely nurse, ripped the gauze off my hand as fast as I could and stuck it back in the cup of ice water.

Before I tore the gauze off like a crazy animal.

After a stop at the 24 hour pharmacy (where I was sure this crazy looking guy was going to mug me for my painkillers) I finally made it back home and into my bed.  Except, hahaha, there would be no sleep.  Even with the Percocet, I couldn't take my hand out of ice water for more than a few seconds without the pain being too much.  I tried sleeping with an ice water-filled sandwich bag rubber-banded around my wrist, but that wasn't so much conducive to sleep as you could imagine.  Let's just say, it was a long night.

The moral of this story is to never do anything nice for anyone ever.  That's the lesson I was supposed to learn from all this, right?

Copycat

 

Sam loves movie night possibly more than anything in the world.  He runs around the house yelling, "movie! yay! movie! yay!"  We take all the cushions off the couches and make a giant bed in the middle of the living room floor, turn off all the lights, grab a snack to munch on and watch the feature film of the evening.  Last weekend it was "Shrek Forever After."  I wouldn't really recommend it for a toddler with the creepy Rumpelstilskin and complex storyline, but Sam was ok with it.  When the movie was over, Sam was in 2 year old heaven jumping up and down on our makeshift bed.  Leave it to mom to spoil all the fun by telling him it was time to go to sleep.  He immediately plopped down next to daddy, imitating him, and yelling "I seeping, mommy, I seeping!"  This child... he totally knows how to work me with his cuteness.  I let him stay up a little bit longer....

They Say It's Your Birthday

There's a little bit less than an hour left of my 31st birthday.  I felt like I should say something before letting this momentus occasion pass by.  To be honest, this is the first birthday I can think of in a long time that I haven't dreaded or woken up with a bad case of the birthday blues.  I don't know what it is, but I just never get excited about my birthday.  I have kind of felt like my birthday is cursed.  Yes, I am that dramatic.

Last year's birthday was a big suck fest, which unfortunately set the precedent for much of my year as a 30 year old.  2010 was, no doubt, a test....a test of faith and strength.  I can't say that I passed with flying colors, but I did learn that in order to grow into a stronger person you have to endure growing pains.  The fact that I really never had experienced this life lesson first hand until I was 30 years old is something I'm incredibly thankful for.  I think I'm good with life lessons for a while though....


This year I decided to have a different attitude.  I was all "bring in on, birthday."  I haven't been depressed about getting older and I'm feeling good about where I am.  This is seriously a foreign feeling for me regarding my birthday.  I think I likey.

My new found birthday good feelings were helped in part by a great weekend.  Friday night Jon and I stayed home to watch the UK/OSU game which may have been the most exciting game ever.  In history.  It was awesome and we won!
 
Saturday my family went to The Pub for my birthday dinner.  I got to sit in the Queen's chair...don't be jealous.  I got a picture with everyone that was really cute except one minor detail.  You see, my parents recently returned from Florida and Jon works outside a lot so they came together in the picture appearing as a glowing field of goldenrods.  And then there was me.  The polar bear that had somehow made the trek from Canada.  The ironic thing?  I got a spray tan gift card for a birthday present.

Sunday night we met up with a bunch of friends for my birthday and to watch the UK/UNC game.  I was secretly worried my birthday curse would steal the win from UK, but no... we won!  The curse has been broken! 

Today was a typical boring day at work, but Jon sent me a bouquet of cheerful, springy flowers to liven up the place.  Then Jenny, Sam and I went out to eat at P.F. Chang's.  Jenny never fails to be highly amusing and Sam was a little angel. 

All in all, it was a great birthday, and I have so much to be thankful for.  Bring it on, 31.

Cleaning out the Camera Phone

I've decided when I'm at a loss for blog content I'm just going to browse through the photo album on my cell phone for inspiration.  I am the first to admit I am perhaps a bit over the top with my camera phone.  I take at least a couple pictures every day, mostly of Sam.  I send them to Jon, my sister, my mom or post them on Facebook.  I might be a little obsessed.  But that's not all I take pictures of.  Let's take a peek inside from the last few weeks, shall we?  (Forgive the randomness.)

 So here we have Jon cooking up something... I really can't recall what.  I wonder why he appears to be stirring whatever's in that pot with a spatula.  Clearly there were clean spoons available, as seen in the background.  Who stirs with a spatula?  Puzzling really.  Anyways, the real reason this picture caught my attention is because it was taken close to a month ago and I can't get over how much different he looks from then to now.  He's been doing this 90 Day Supreme workout and diet program and has lost at least 10 pounds since this picture.  If I had a recent picture, I'd show you and you'd be amazed too!  (Soon, I promise.)

Speaking of the diet, he made me take this picture after his first grocery trip to get all stocked up on healthy foods.  I think he opened the fridge five times that night declaring "it looks so healthy and fresh in here!"  It's the little things....

So I've been trying to keep up with Jon's weight loss plan, but I have to admit he's doing much better than I am.  I've kind of just improvised my own "diet" and I've missed several days of workouts.  You try doing a 45 minutes workout video with a 2 year old who does not like to be ignored, then you may judge me!  But I'm trying, to an extent.  The other night I came home from work craving a big hearty pasta dish.  Instead, I made a grilled chicken, strawberry, walnut, spinach salad.  I may or may not have had a small dessert later in the evening.

What would you like to see a picture of more than anything in the world while talking about food?  My foot?  Wish granted!  So this is the next picture I came across in my phone.  It made me laugh because I am weird enough to take a picture of my foot.  I believe I took it because I had just gotten a pedicure and wanted to show Jon.  But now that I think about it, I decided he would think I was a huge weirdo and possibly show it to his co-workers and they would all sit around laughing about it and give me some nickname like Big Foot, so I never sent it.  Full disclosure regarding the pedicure:  I went to the podiatrist earlier in the day cause that bump on my foot next to my pinkie toe has been giving me hell.  My foot was having self esteem issues and I decided it needed a pick me up.  Hence, the pedicure. 

Moving right along.  Here's Sam and Ashton last week laughing hysterically at each others soap mohawks.  Really, who can't appreciate a good soap mohawk?

Welp, that's all I got for now.  Until next time.. on the next edition of random stuff Emily takes pictures of with her camera phone!

The Underdog Bracket

I'm always a big fan of the underdog.  For this reason movies like Cool Runnings, Rudy, and The Karate Kid just kill me.  I actually get embarrassed for myself during the scene in Cool Runnings when they carry the bobsled across the finish line.  I get chill bumps, I tear up, it takes everything in me to resist doing the standing slow clap.  This information is crucial to know before anyone sees my NCAA bracket this year.

As you can see, I took a few underdogs as far as I felt they could realistically go.  Utah State going all the way to the final game?  Yep, I did it.  UNLV to the Final Four?  Why not?  Did I get scoffed at by many for my willingness to stick my neck out for a few of the underdogs?  I sure did.  Forget the fact that the aforementioned teams actually went out in the first round.  I would do it again in a heartbeat.  One day my courage to stand up for the underdog will pay off.  Until then, I'll be happy with getting my $5.00 back for coming in dead last in the office pool.  In yo face!

Art Work

So let's say you just finished your "Ultimate Legs" workout video and you feel all icky and would love to take a shower.  But, you have a 2 year old and your husband isn't home from work yet.  My suggestion is that you just wait for your husband to get home rather than let your toddler hang out in the bathroom with you while you take a quick shower.

 Or at least hide your eyeliner.

Busy Bee

I've been a busy bee at work and haven't had a chance to update my bloggity blog from the weekend.  I will stop now with the abundant alliteration.  Ha, not really cause I just did it again.  Ok, really this time.  Daylight savings has me all jacked up.  Can you tell?  I feel a little crazy.  Any who, we had a fun weekend taking advantage of the beautiful weather while it lasted.

There was a girls night on Friday at Drake's, which was a really good time.  Perhaps too good judging from the incessant pounding in my head the next day.

Saturday we hit up the St. Patrick's Day parade downtown with Whitney, Colleen and the kiddos.  Sam liked watching the floats... oh wait, there weren't any floats.  We do parades big time in Lexington... motor scooters and Corvettes!  After that we headed to Sam's hotdog stand for some milkshakes.  Outside.  You hear that?  It was warm enough to sit outside drinking milkshakes!

Jon met up with us after work and we were going to mosey around downtown for a while.  But then someone left her car on so we had to hike up the hill to give her a jump.  Who leaves their car on?  I'm so confused.  We decided to head on our merry way since we are just that lazy that we didn't want to have to hike up the hill again.  Instead we headed to Jacobson Park to let Dudley run around the dog park and Sam play on the playground.

 It was packed so we didn't stay too long.  Basically, I was sick of feeling like a crazy paranoid person chasing my child all over the playground for fear that I would lose sight of him and someone would snatch him up.  My name is Emily and I have a ridiculous amount of fears.

Sunday we had family birthdays at Jon's dad's house.  Let's just skip over the fact that I happen to be getting a year older in a couple weeks, agreed?  It was another gorgeous day so we spent most of the time out front playing with the kids. Sam and his cousin Phearson were adorable playing football while mother hen, Brayden, refereed.

I hate to be that mom, but I have to say my child is amazingly good at sports for his age.  The only reason I say amazingly is because myself and my husband?  Hahaha.  Not so athletic.  I lasted one day on the softball team in high school.  Come on, the ball hurt my hand when I had to catch it!  And Jon, well his step-mom told me she would check her watch when he was running bases in baseball.

But Sam really seems to have a natural talent for anything sports-related.  While this makes me happy, it also makes me wonder how many hours of my life are going to be spent at sporting events in the future.

Let's just hope he's good enough to make it worth it so Mommy and Daddy can retire early.  

They Don't Make 'Em LIke They Used To

The other night after dinner was fixed and eaten, the kitchen straightened up, Sam was bathed and in his pj's, we finally crashed on the couch together for a little rest and relaxation in the form of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  As I was flipping the channels in search of Disney, I came across a vintage episode of Mickey Mouse on the Cartoon Network that was just about to start.  I was quite excited, seeing as how Mickey would appease my demanding toddler (Watch Mickey Peeeez!) and I wouldn't have to sit through another episode of Mickey and the gang shouting Oooooh Toodles over and over and over.

The title screen comes up and this particular episode is called "Moving Day."

"Well, this will be cute," I thought.  "Just Mickey and his buddies moving on up."

Mickey and Donald appear on the screen pacing frantically around their apartment with a calendar hanging on the wall in the background.  "Rent - 6 Months Overdue" it reads.  The beloved Disney characters look forlorn and panicked.  Not the usual, care-free attitude seen on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but I suppose in the 30's Mickey was trying to recover from the Great Depression like most everyone else.  Makes sense.

There's a loud banging at the door as Mickey and Donald run for cover, looking terrified.  Mickey musters up the courage to open the peep hole, only to be punched square in the face by "Sheriff Pete" with such force he hurdles across the room.  Pete busts through the door, terrorizing poor Mickey and Donald with an eviction notice.

 I gasp and look over at Sam, wide-eyed, and no doubt, traumatized that his hero has just been sucker punched by who he knows as the ornery, but lovable Pete from the Clubhouse.  I give a nervous chuckle and say, "Mickey's ok, Pete was just playing!"  I'm thinking at this point maybe I should change the channel.  But I want Sam to see that Mickey's alright, so I don't change it yet. Surely he'll bounce right back up and dance around...or something.

Nope.  What happens next is quite the opposite actually.  Pete corners Donald, lights a cigar with a match,  and throws the still-lit match down his throat!

 Oh dear Lord!  Where is the remote?!  

And that, my friends, concluded our exploration into the world of vintage cartoons.  I hope my child is not traumatized for life.

A Story About My Friend Memily

So, I have this friend.  Her name is Memily.  I know, weird name, right?  Anyways, she has a little 2 door car that she got as a college graduation gift.  At the time, something little and zippy seemed like fun.  She certainly wasn't thinking towards the future when she may have a child and a 2 door car would be less than ideal. 

It turns out that 6 years later, she had a baby.  And what do you know, she still had the 2 door car and she didn't exactly have the money to take on a car payment, seeing as how she would be paying approximately a million dollars a year for daycare.  So she decided she would just have to suck it up and deal with getting a baby in and out of a 2 door car. 

Fast forward a couple of years.  She was beyond sick of the 2 door car situation.  She was ready to use her car as a trade in and pay for the rest with money she had saved up.  She would be moving forward with project new car just as soon as she had an available, rain-free Saturday. 

But then, something awesome happened.  She was pulling into the parking lot at work and had a momentary lapse of ability to judge distance (What?  It's a real condition) and she side-swiped a car.  Yep, totally banged up their bumper and put scratches along the side of her car. 

Memily decided she wasn't going to let this little incident ruin her day, despite the fact that insurance would cover the damages for the car she hit, but not any damages to her own car.  You see, she only had liability insurance at the time (remember the whole million dollars a year for daycare thing?  Yea, that's why.)  But she insisted on looking at the bright side, which was that at least her car only had some scratches along the side and shouldn't cost too much to fix. 

She left a note on the car assuming whoever the owner was would be annoyed she screwed up their bumper, but leaving a note would hopefully take some of the sting away.  Maybe she would even be recognized for her efforts as an upstanding citizen. 

Several hours later, Memily received the phone call she had been a wee bit nervous about all day.  It was the car owner.  She wasn't too happy.  Memily apologized several times and the car owner only replied with "yea, I'm sorry too," as in "I'm sorry you screwed up my car!"  Memily certainly didn't receive any recognition for being an upstanding citizen. 

The car owner explained that her insurance company told her she needed to file a police report so she wanted Memily to meet her in the parking lot.  Problem was, she was out running errands for work.  The car owner was none too happy.

The car owner went ahead and called the police and had the officer call Memily on the phone.  Memily answered and was greeted with "Hello, this is Officer so and so, I understand you hit a car today and left the scene of the accident?"

Memily responded, "No!  I didn't leave the scene!  I mean, well, I guess I did, but I didn't know who's car it was and I couldn't stand there waiting for them all day.  I left a note, I'm an upstanding citizen!"

The officer, sensing the panic in Memily's voice, assured her that he was not aware of all the details, and in this case, she would not be charged with leaving the scene of an accident.  Good thing, because Memily was starting to regret doing the right thing by leaving a note in the first place and had all but decided from now on she was only going to be looking out for number one!

Maybe one day Memily will get that 4 door car she's been dreaming of.  But not before she gets this fixed.

You should see the other guy.

 

Wherefore Art Thou, Gnomeo

I thought we wouldn't take Sam to see his first movie until he was a little older, but he has a really amazing attention span for a 2 year old.  When I picked him up from daycare one day last week Sam's teacher told me he was the only kid who sat and watched all of Toy Story 3.  I acted all surprised and impressed, but really I was thinking "yea, he does that at home all the time."  I couldn't have her knowing how much we let him watch tv!

In all honesty I cut the tv off quite frequently, much to the dismay of my little munchkin.  But do I think it's gonna kill him to watch a few episodes of Mickey at night or a couple of movies on the weekends?  NO.  Do I think it's gonna kill my sanity if I have to watch one more episode of Mickey?  Possibly.

 (I must admit, there was a lot of Mickey watching last week as I was totally hooked on the book "The Help."  If you haven't read it, you must, like now, before the movie comes out this summer.)

All this to say, we thought he might be ready to see a movie on the big screen so we took him to see Gnomeo and Juliet this weekend.  There was a little hiccup in our plans when I paid for the tickets and the guy handed me 3 pairs of 3-D glasses.  Hahaha, you're funny, buddy.  If you think my child is going to sit with these dumb glasses on for 2 hours, well, you're wrong.  Turns out the non-3D version wouldn't be playing for another 2 hours.  Sigh.

We had planned to go to the movie and then out to dinner.  We just changed the plan around a little....frozen yogurt from Orange Leaf first (hello heaven), a little shopping at the mall, and then a healthy dinner of popcorn and laffy taffy at the movie theater instead.  You may send my mother of the year award to...oh, never mind.

We still had some time to kill before the movie so we threw our money in the toilet to pass the time... oh, I mean we played some jumpers in the theater lobby.  Sam had fun anyways.

We finally made it into the movie.  Sam was very excited to have his own chair (even if Jon had to hold it down the entire time because he was too light to keep it from swinging back up) and even more excited to eat popcorn.  When the lights dimmed and the first preview came on, his eyes got huge and he yelled out "Whoaaaaa!"  It was quite adorable.  He paid attention for about an hour (keep in mind about 30 minutes of that was just previews) before he got antsy.  He kept dropping his toy car (on purpose) and was up and down, up and down in his chair.  The movie was cute, but I didn't think a great attention holder for kids.  We were able to stay through the whole movie though so I consider it a success.  I think next time we'll try to go in when the previews are about over and pick something I know will hold his attention better.

Did you notice his rain boots at the theater?  I put them on earlier in the day when it was raining and we were running errands.  When I tried to change his shoes for the movie, I quickly realized that would not be happening without a fight....he had fallen in LOVE with them.  He didn't take them off his feet ALL weekend.  I'm just hoping Jon didn't send him to daycare with them on today, but I'm not holding my breath.