When we went to the shoe store, Silas had fallen asleep - like his real nap sleep - so, I ran inside to see if they even had shoes that would work. They did. I grabbed Nora *leaving Andy and Silas in the car* and ran to try on the shoes. They didn't work very well either. So, I finally asked the lady to measure Nora's foot. A 7-71/2. What?!? I'd been trying to cram her foot into a 6 -and that was the bigger size. No wonder she'd been saying her feet hurt.
Well, thankfully we found some shoes that fit, and she is a lot happier about putting her shoes on now. I guess it really helps if they are the right size, huh?
*note, the smaller one in the picture is one that I'd been trying to stuff her foot in, but it's not the great, beautiful, nearly new shoe I was sad to learn she'd grown out of... that one was beautiful and blue