Shoes, shoes, shoes

Jamie is getting into the stage where he's always trying to do what we do, and he loves getting his little feet into our big shoes--no matter how sweaty and nasty from a recent trip to the gym they may be.

This was last Friday.


(I had the camera turned the wrong way because it was already vertical from taking pictures that way. Leemee alone. :))

Conversely, he likes shoes in general. When he gets his hands on any of his own shoes, he'll bring one to me with an imploring, "Eehhh?" and then sit in my lap and give me his little foot, trying to be helpful by putting it in the shoe, watching the process intently. He can often be seen walking around with just one shoe on. If we try to take them off before he's ready (often because he's climbing on us with those hard little rubber soles), he gets so mad! He'll start fussing, bring the shoe over again, and bug you until you put it back on him.

This morning it was Daddy's shoes, and the next picture is...

...quite possibly the cutest EH-VER!