Charles had a good footwear morning. The sock pile was a little low so I went digging for pair and found some Harley-Davidson socks that Mimi and Gramps had given Corwin. They’re now just a little big for Charles. I put them on anyway because as soon as Charles saw them he started cooing. It was difficult getting them away from him long enough to put the socks on his feet. I also think that Charles used a new word today. I was getting him ready to go so I had to put him down while I located his shoes. Charles of course was very upset by this harsh treatment so I explained to him that “Daddy is looking for your shoes”. He perked right up and said “shoooooooe!”. Then he said it a few more times for fun, by which time I had located the footwear and was putting it on him. I managed to get them on the wrong way, which I noticed as Charles was walking out to the car. I explained this to Charles, who immediately looked at his feet suspicously and then wanted to go back in. But I put him in the car anyway and traumatized him by removing his shoes after he was strapped in. Charles got over it once I put his shoes back on the right way, so I don’t think that he’s scarred for life.