
The first time I met Collin, our friend Nichole told me that he had been born in these sandals. I thought she was kidding. Then I saw this.
Notice Collin is barely sitting up by himself, but there are his trusty sandals, about twice the size of his feet.

He has grown into them. Sort of. His cute little chicken legs are not strong enough to lift them off the ground. I do have another pair that are a little easier for him to maneuver. On the other hand, these do give me better odds of catching him when he decides to run off for one more lap around the pool...












