As I was struggling to jam my son's foot into a too-small sneaker this morning, I groaned as I realized, yup, fall is upon us and with that, he needs new shoes. I admit I don't enjoy the little stuff of parenthood. The bedtime baths, the clipping of my daughter's nails every other morning (why do those suckers grow so fast?), the cleaning of the mysterious gook off the inside of my car. But … [Continue reading...]