Today is the first really chilly day, so I’m celebrating by wearing my biker boots. I didn’t wear them much as my pregnancy wore on – leaning over the get them on and off was a bit more of a challenge than I was up for, and asking for Mister’s help was more ridiculous than I could bear. I’m a bit of a poseur to call them “biker boots,” since I bought them at the Shoe Gallery Warehouse in Midtown several years ago. I’m also a poseur for spelling it “poseur.”
Baby Girl’s personality shines more every day. She’ll now express frustration or displeasure if something she’s playing with is removed. Like, for instance, the newspaper that she’s been trying to eat. She squeals with delight when she kicks her bouncer and makes the lights and music play. She looks so darn cute in her Halloween-y outfits. Does Frye make teeny biker boots?