i am a southern girl. there are rules that must be followed. correct ways to do things. wrong ways to dress. right ways to make sweet tea. one staunch rule is that you don't put shoes on babies until they need them. then, it's shoes from j rays shoe store in mobile. this is how it's always been.

so, i'm soon to have a grandson.

we just returned from a quick little trip to nyc with our oldest son and his wife (our grandson's parents...). first stop, fao schwartz baby department. my tattooed son spotted these and apparently was smitten. "yes, they are cute. but not for babies," i scream but only in my head and to no one in particular. "they are baby shoes," is what comes out of my mouth and is met with an "of course" or two. but, upon closer inspection, they are packaged in the cutest little shoe box and wrapped with the tiniest bit of cheetah-spotted tissue. and, after all, we are in nyc and are feeling quite metropolitan...

so, here's a picture of my grandson's shoes...