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Shoes, Shoes, Shoes!

The cooler weather has moved in and already I miss the warmer days of summer when we could all just throw on our flip-flops, sandals, or march out the door in our bare feet!  I'm fast realizing that whenever we want to go outside, I not only have to tie my own shoes, but Cambry's and Delaney's as well.  I guess I didn't notice it last year so much because Delaney didn't need shoes! 

Thank goodness Caiden knows how to tie his own shoes - now, we're working A LOT with Cambry on this skill.  She has velcro shoes for school (something I think I said I would never do - back when I thought I knew everything about parenting)!  However, her farm shoes are regular "lace-up" shoes.  Oh my!  Teaching a 5 year old how to tie shoes is not very fun, especially when I am left-handed and she is right-handed.  I was trying to explain this to Chelan and ready to give him the sole responsibility of this task when I decided to show him how I, as a left-hander, tie my shoes.  So, I tied my shoe, and he said,  "That's how I tie mine - I hold the loop with my right hand and wrap the other lace around it with my left hand.  I don't know anyone who ties their shoes any other way!" 

Is that really true?  Do we all tie our shoes the same way?  I had been trying to teach Cambry what I thought was the "right-handed" way of doing it, and apparently, that was backwards.  No wonder she had been so confused!  I think we're on the right track now!

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