Hot Doggers

Every parent has that ONE thing they swear their children will never do. For example, I have one friend who vows NEVER to put anything Winnie The Pooh on her little one. While another friend swears her children will never eat McDonald's. Well for me it was Crocs. I swore, up and down, left and right, that my children would NEVER wear those rubbery foam contraptions on their precious tootsies. Those "shoes" were foul and banned from the House of Cline....until last week.

You see, Boogie's sensory integration disorder makes certain things in his daily life a challenge. Our latest challenge had been shoes. I had taken him to countless stores, tried on numerous styles, bought and returned umpteen pairs of shoes...and had struck out every time. His canvas shoes were hanging by a thread, literally, but they were the only shoes I could get him to wear. Until one day last week at Mason's swim class. Yeah, the class Boogie backed out of because of water issues. Gotta love this kid. While Mason was busy peeing in the pool, Boogie found Mason's fauxcrocs (why Mason had them is still a mystery to me) and started tromping around in them. I COULDN'T BELIEVE MY EYES! The kid had on SHOES!

I had tried for a MONTH to get shoes on this kid and he wanted fugly foam clogs?! Oy. But I had reached my wits end...he'd taken the fight out of this dog...so on the way home I ran into the CVS pharmacy where I found a knockoff pair...Doggers. Really?? What the freak is a Dogger?? Who the heck came up with that name?! Anydogger, Boogie loved them. It was a match made in shoe heaven. He even slept with them that night. Truth. I'd be appalled if it wasn't so dang cute.

{They're like my own personal kryptonite}

It was my worst nightmare come true...my kids loved DOGGERS...*tear* and to make it worse, the Little Miss kept on stealing Boogie's shoes because now SHE wanted them. Do you hear that? It's my heart BREAKING! I thought I had taught her better than that. Apparently she inherited Jordan's fashion gene. WAHH!!

So being the AMAZING mother that I am, I went to 6, that's right, count 'em folks...6 CVS stores today looking for a pair of friggin Doggers in her size!! UGH! Not only did I find her size, but I bought enough pairs to keep my kids in Doggers for the next 3 years in case they decide to go on shoe strike again. I give up. I didn't just lose the battle, I lost the friggin WAR!

{In all of their Dogger glory....boo.}

I'm sad to say that all my kids now have their beloved Doggers complete with jizzlets, or giblets, or jibbitz. Whatever the heck they're called. But on the bright side, I have 3 happy anklebiters that think their mom is pretty much the raddest mom ever. And I can't argue that...