Gettin' some Edu-ma-cation

This week we explored the children's museum in Old Town. The details with every room were so much fun. It was like visiting the home of an imaginary crazy inventor who had performed countless science experiments in every room of his house. Dillan is still a little young to appreciate the science behind some of the gadgets, but couldn't believe I was actually encouraging him to touch everything! The biggest hit was the music room. A real piano rigged up so that certain keys played different instrument sounds. Plus huge typani and congo drums perfect for banging out all our frustrations!

My lastest frustration? Baby shoes. Or to rephrase: The fact that my daughter refuses to wear any kind of shoe (or sock for that matter!) on her feet. Not that it's completely her fault. I have a strange relationship with feet. I LOVE being barefoot! I'm convinced that in heaven there will be no need for shoes at all. At least MY heaven. Because of this I've been cursed with exceptionally dry heels since I can remember. When I was younger (and sometimes even today), I could sit for hours picking pieces of dried skin off my feet. When I go too far they bleed and so I then have to walk-it-off for awhile until it once again becomes calloused with dry skin all over again.
I know, I've heard it many times: "Put on lotion and wear socks!" My poor mother tried many different lotion/ointments to help me, but I never comply. So, yes, my feet are nasty and I accept that.

I am very careful, however, not to impose my nasty feet onto others. It drives me crazy when someone touches me with their feet. Even Chris, who wears socks a lot, knows I will have a caniption if any part of his feet graze my skin. Yick! I've tried to teach Dillan how wrong it is to touch people with his feet, and I hope he's learning!
Anyway, back to Leah. She's got thick feet. Just like Dillan did. At home she is barefoot 100%. No big deal. I guess our training begins for out of the house. She'll just have to get used to it. She may never leave this house again.

The words of my dad echo through my mind whenever we go somewhere, my shoeless-wonder and myself. "You need to put shoes on your kids. They look uneducated!" They do or I do?
I realize "Robeez" shoes are best for newly walking babies, but something strange happened when I got them for Dillan back in the day and I've never fully recovered. I'd rather not go there. I may have to...