Billy is a former skater. In high school, he had long hair, hung out with the "skater" crowd, cussed a lot, and went few places without his skateboard. His shoe of choice? Vans, of course. The "standard" for skate shoes.
I am not a former skater. In high school, I passed judgment on the skater crowd. I made fun of them for being such "losers" and assumed that they all did drugs.
I still think it's funny that I married a skater. Billy still has two skateboards, and has even tried to teach me to skate. These days, he is bald, and cusses a lot less. And last month, he bought a new pair of Vans.
Long before we found out we were expecting a baby, Billy would often point out the Baby Vans in the window of Journey Kidz at the mall. Saying how someday, HIS kid would be sporting a pair. Baby Chucks? Yes. I could get on board with those. They really ARE adorable. But Baby Vans? Baby skate shoes? No way. Not MY kid. I often laughed off Billy's comments about the shoes, knowing full well that by the time Baby Lawson was ever a reality, Billy would have come to his senses or at least forgotten about the shoes.
And then came news of Baby Lawson. And then came news of Baby GIRL Lawson. And suddenly, pink and white Vans were all I could think about. I thought about how CUTE our little girl would look in them. How cool they would look on her feet. I even rushed to the mall the week of our ultrasound to buy a pair at Journey Kidz. Only to discover they did not sell enough of the baby Vans to carry them anymore, so I was out of luck. I was sad. But I quickly made my way to Vans.com!
Today, in the mail, arrived our baby girl's first pair of Vans. They are simply adorable. And insanely COOL all at the same time. The model name? "Old Skool". I love them. Here is a photo, for your enjoyment: