Q fell in love with the shiny black shoes when he went to try on his tux for the wedding this past weekend. See? He is my son! He wore them all afternoon with white socks and shorts. He got that part from his father.
And he's officially 3 years old now.
Of course being physically compromised by my pregnancy, the wedding festivities wore me out. I woke up in the middle of last night with a serious cold starting. So I pretty much gave up and let Q watch TV all day and eat as many left over Easter peeps as he could hold.