Excuse me while I commit one of the worst faux pas known to Japan: shoes in the house.
Japan has a shoe thing. There are outdoor shoes, indoor slippers, bathroom slippers, bare feet for tatami rooms. Some times you wear shoes (malls, train stations, etc). Sometimes you wear slippers (some doctors offices, some restaurants), and in some places, you go sock-footed (the drop-in play center, for example.) It's a bit difficult to keep straight. When you go to a friend's house, do you bring your own slippers (no! learned this one the hard way.) Do you wear slippers when you try on clothes at a store (yes! And also a protective face thing to keep make-up off the clothes which makes me very unlikely to want to try on clothing. Which, I guess is good, because then I won't buy things. But still kind of annoying, if you'll allow me a bit of judgmental snarkery in poor taste.)
You should probably know that my girl does not have a "lovie." Instead, she carries around a picture of me with my five best best best friends which was taken at one friend's wedding, many eons ago. Kids are weird, man.
When I first moved here, but I didn't grasp the profundity with which the shoe thing permeated daily life. When looking at apartments, we had to wear little plastic booties over our shoes. Once, a friend's young daughter came to visit. When it was home-time, she realized that she had forgotten something inside, and I suggested that she not bother taking off her shoes, just quickly run in and get it. She looked at me as though I'd suggested braised cat for dinner.
Anyway. All this to say, I sometimes let my kid wear shoes in the house because she likes them, or because I like them, or because I don't want to have to wrestle her feet into slippers and face the wrath of flailing angry toddler arms and the shoes are already on and well. You know. Mostly its the third one.
Sorry, Japan. But, basically, I'm trying to avoid this:
You'll notice that my child carefully and deliberately places her body on the floor before flailing around. Sensible little bunny, she is.
But, five seconds later, she gave me this, so I'm not too upset. Fair trade.
(Hmmmm....could I ramble more nonsense about nothing? Probably.)
Dress: Baby Gap (gifted. Thanks Mum!)
Tights: Hippie Fairy Dust grocery store in Michigan (again, Thanks Mum! Look! They still fit!)
Illicit Outdoor shoes worn indoors: Livie and Luca