When my son first started wearing shoes, he looked like a kitten wearing mittens. Walking + wearing shoes = not walking, basically. But thanks to some practice with Dad, he's totally gotten the hang of things.
As it turns out, this little guy is quite the shoe enthusiast. He's endlessly pulling shoes down from shelves and trying them on, whether they're his or not (emphasis on the not -- shoes belonging to either parent are fair game). And now that he's made the connection that putting on shoes = going outside, he'll occasionally track down each of his shoes from the far-flung corners of the house and bring them to me, as if to say, "I'm ready to be wearing these now, Mom. Let's just put them on my feet and see what happens."
(PS: we picked up the shoes at H&M a few months ago. They're sold out now, but these would be my choice for a replacement pair.)
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