It was such a beautiful day today in Ottawa that we decided to take a family trip down to the Byward Market, and consequently, Parliament hill today. On this trip we did several things. We walked around Parliament, took some pictures, got a beavertail and some brunch.
O, and we spent half the time searching the stroller and the ground for Britanny’s socks.They seemed to have a mind of their own, choosing to fall off whenever was the most inconvenient for us. We took her out of the car, she was sockless. We went to pay for parking, she was sockless. We took her out of the stroller for a picture and (shocker) she was sockless. Just to make it clear, we are not bad parents. The moment we noticed her feet were bare we went on the hunt for the missing socks. By the time our outing was over, she had lost her socks at least a dozen times.
Now this is not the first time we have had such an experience with socks. In fact, I always keep a spare pair of socks in Britanny’s diaper bag for the time where we can not find the missing sock anywhere. It is times like these that make me question the purpose of baby socks (and shoes). Babies hate having socks on their feet! Not only do they hate the feeling, but they kick so consistently that the socks always end up coming off. There has never been a time when Britanny wore socks that they did not end up coming off within an hour of having socks put on.
Baby socks are like the worst person a sports team- they are going to be there no matter what, but you really don’t like them. They are the weakest link in the clothing chain- present to keep the baby warm, but ridiculous in every other sense. If socks were on Survivor, they would have their torch put out after the very first day. The reason? They don’t contribute to anything!
Even with the trials and tribulations that came with Britanny’s socks, we had a great time downtown. Just because your sock hunting doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the sun.
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