My life, my kids, the funny things they say and do. Shoes means orange in our house, we swim in bathing soups, paint with our bellies, and put potties in our beds. The crazy things that happen when you’re raising children, and perhaps no one cares but me, but here it is for you to see.
I suppose I’ll also tell you why my blog is named “Shoes Means Orange” here. Annie, the older daughter, had a pair of orange shoes last summer, and while she learned her colors, she has insisted that “shoes” is the word for orange.