Those of you who know me will perhaps suggest a thousand reasons why August is, in fact, cooler than I am. Feel free to add your thoughts on this matter as a comment to this post. But the number one reason why I could never (and will never try) to best him in a contest of who is most hip and happening has to do with his footwear.
Let’s take a closer look at that, shall we?
Oh yes, the boy is sporting R2D2 shoes, courtesy friends Eric and Paola (thank you, friends Eric and Paola).
August looks good and he knows it. The question is, what can I possibly do to keep his ego in check?
This move seems to work:
It is if the boy has a steel rod running through his core.
I was contemplating the mechanics of August’s abdominal control when Robbi dug into the vault and found this shot of Alden from way back.
It seems the “stiff as a board” method of ego deflation dates back to my early days of fatherhood, as does the core strength of my children, and as does, apparently, my double chin.
Alden is well-shod as well. This is apparently a trait of the Swanson-Behr clan.
Because the shoes are extremely hip on August, doesn’t mean that the hipness would transfer automatically to you if you had the shoes. In fact, what’s hip for a baby becomes rather sad on their grown up counterparts. Like footie pijamas…
Judi – so true, so true. I’ve been trying to get Matthew to get rid of his footie pjs for YEARS.
August wears his hats better than you do, Matthew.
Note: http://idiotsbooks.com/?p=11768
This is a sign of natural chic. Some people just pull off hats in a way that others of us, cannot.
Same with his shoes, but if Robbie put the buttons and ears on your slippers (as discussed months ago), that would help.
Sorry for the e on the end of your name, Robbi. Momentary brain lapse.
Awesome. Is Iggy envious?