Walks Like A Duck

Walks Like A Duck

Oliver loves to bring people shoes, as a hint that he is ready to go outside to play or have an adventure. Today he brought Matt Waverly's pink sandals. He put his feet in and we tighten the straps so they would stay on. He proudly walked around the apartment and then out to the car for a quick trip to the store. He looked a bit like a duck, since they are about 4 sizes too big, but he loved wearing them.

Comments

erin heiser said…

Adorable!

July 23, 2009 at 9:40 PM

Unknown said…

precious... just got caught up on the blog tonight.... read ALL of the entries since May. So glad you have a helper now a few days a week... and that you are making some precious memories with your precious babies. I sobbed and sobbed as I read and then watched the video of sweet Waverly singing Tomorrow... and hearing your voice sing with her...my heart breaks for you and the deep sorrow you feel as you watch your little ones slowly slip away.... thinking of you all... and interceeding on your behalf...
love,
sharon

July 24, 2009 at 12:54 PM

Anonymous said…

Will loves shoes. If anybody takes their shoes off he is constantly trying to put them back on their feet. I love the photo of Oliver...prettu in pink!! Misty www.miracle4will.com

July 25, 2009 at 12:10 PM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

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