....but no one told me about this. There was no warning or "word of advice" from anyone. This was something I had to figure out on my own.
Let me take you back in time to about 2 weeks ago.
Quinn's teacher at daycare had mentioned that he seemed to be stumbling more often and wanted to let me know. This made me wonder if he was getting a new ear infection. Since we were planning to go to my sister-in-law's house, I rushed Quinn to the doctor for a quick ear check. Luckily, the ears were clear, and we had a fun weekend at Kristel's house (post and pics to come later).
Yet Quinn continued to stumble. At school last Monday, he tripped and hit his forehead on the little table. At school on Tuesday, he tripped and hit his forehead again (in the EXACT SAME SPOT) on something else. Wednesday was a good day. At school on Thursday, he tripped and hit his head on the edge of the changing table (ON THE EXACT SAME SPOT!!) Only this time he not only sported a big, ugly, blue bruise, but he also had a big knot sticking off his head. They had called me at work to warn me, but that still didn't stop the tears from flowing when I saw my baby boy with this big puffy knot on his sweet little face. I kid you not, this knot was the diameter of a quarter and stuck off his head probably a quarter of an inch, and bluish-purple in the center.
At this point, I decided I had to figure out what was causing Quinn to trip. I decided to go to Stride Rite to get his feet measured. I was bound and determined not to buy shoes there because I think they are ridiculously overpriced (no offense to anyone who buys their kids' shoes there). The plan was to go there to get a good measurement, and then find some bargain shoes at a cheaper store. The girl that measured his foot told Quinn what a big boy he was because his foot was a size 5!
A Size 5????? (He's been wearing size 4s since Christmas)....
Oops. Apparently my boy has been tripping around wearing too small shoes for at least 2 weeks now.
Quinn had to deal with 2 weeks of torture because his Momma was too dense to realize he might need new shoes.
How was I supposed to know? When the pants turn into high-waters, I buy him new pants. When the long sleeve shirts end up as 3/4 sleeves, I get him new shirts. What's the magic symbol to tell me when the shoes get too small??
Could it have perhaps been the fact that for the past 2 weeks he has cried when I tried to put his shoes on? Or wiggling his toes when I pull the shoes off at the end of the day?
So we went to Target on Saturday and bought Quinn some new size 5 shoes, complete with Velcro straps that he has already figured out how to undo.
Now I want all you seasoned moms to answer me this....(and by seasoned, I mean any mother who's child is older than Quinn, who is officially 1 year 2 months and 15 days.)
What was the one parenting thing that no one told you about, yet you discovered the hard way?
If I can admit my big mistake....so can you.....