He Loves Crocs!

I'm making up for not posting enough last week, by doing two in one day. I thought these pictures were hilarious, because anyone that has been around Austin in the last few weeks has realized that he has a small obsession with shoes and feet. When we came back from Georgia, we caught him going after my dad's feet. The story is, when I was younger, my dad would give me a nickel to rub his feet for 30 minutes, or 5 pennies to rub them for an hour. Naturally, at that young age, 5 pennies seems like more than a nickel, so I would take the 5 pennies and rub his feet for "an hour". Granted, it was never an hour, but still. We laugh about it till this day. I'm beginning to think that instead of teething rings, Crocs are a better investment. In fact, as you can tell from one of these pictures, he has sought out my Lime Green Crocs over a toy (I told my mom to buy me the most obnoxious color she could find, and let me tell you, she found it!). He went from our living room, to our foyer, all by Army crawling. Thankfully, I find these things so hideous that I only wear them around the house so they aren't too dirty (comfortable, I won't deny that, fashionable, not at all).