Until I met Johan, I've always (as ignorant as I'm coming across at the moment) assumed that the wooden clogs Holland is famous for, are extremely uncomfortable and could really only be good for decoration? I later understood that Johan, as a kid, used to wear them and walked in them very comfortably too. And this morning, while I was clicking away at my computer, Sera was keeping herself busy with the wooden clogs, a gift from Oma. She was making a racket with them, trying to stuff her chubby feet into them. I even casually commented over my shoulders that her nearly size 20 shoe-size were too big for the size 19 pair of clogs. No answer, but a continuous 'clog, clang, clug, clack' from her. I decided to go over to check out the commotion. I had to laugh ... my girl was having a 'cinderella' shoe moment with her chunky clogs.
But after many attempts and a few frustrated sighs, she succeeded. Way to go Sera! And after that there was no stopping her from clogging all over the house. And I stand corrected about the clogs, because Sera was so comfortable in them, standing tall and not tripping even once. I'm sure it's got something to do with the Dutch in her!
Here's Sera holding the railing with one hand and trying to stuff her foot in the clog
Checking herself out in the mirror ... (check out those legs!)
Taking a rest, and flipping Johan's Sudoku book
Taking her very vintage 53-year old doll ( a gift from Opoe) for a stroll
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