Waffle throwing and shoes

This morning Shane decided his breakfast was more fun to throw and retrieve than to eat. For a solid 5 minutes. I must say while I don't want to encourage behaviors like this, it was quite entertaining to watch him fully engaged in the tossing and picking of of Eggos waffles and the giggling that accompanied the ritual.

As most of you know, Shane has quite a love for shoes. He doesn't discriminate. He loves his shoes, my shoes, Matt's shoes, your shoes. He just happens to like shoes. For about a week now, every morning, when I open his door, he'll have a pair of shoes in hand and say "Shoes mama" and sit down for me to put them on. I am not sure if he has correlated going outside with his shoes, but he will not take his shoes off for the rest of the morning or until its time for nap. Matt is completely horrified by his obsession with my heels, especially my patent leather faux croc pumps. I say, let him be. And the stories I'll tell about him when he's older in front of all his friends will be so worth the embarrassment we're feeling now. For now, I'll just try to keep my closet door shut.