Laces Out

So over the weekend, James told me that his shoes were hurting him and he told Doug that his hockey skates were hurting him. James is growing so fast I cannot - really cannot - believe it. So, I took him to get sneakers this afternoon. He measured at 11 - out of Velcro. I mean, there were Velcro pairs of shoes there and we actually came home with one of the three options just in case we had a rushed morning or the other pair of shoes was soaking wet or filthy or missing - you know the drill. But the lead story here, is that James walked out of the Vans store with laces on his shoes. LACES! James turning 5 didn't get me teary as much as seeing my son in lace up shoes. The sales girl asked me if I was getting verklempt. I was. I felt like this inside.

So, my oldest is in lace up shoes. They tell you it goes quickly, but they don't warn you nearly enough to hold onto your heart while time speeds by. Here's my not so little guy sporting his new kicks.

James was so proud of himself and felt very grown up. He picked red because Superman wears red boots. He said they were his Superman shoes. I am all for that. Love you big guy.