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Zoo Fun and Funky Feet


They refused to look up.
The little dudes and I met a friend and her 20 month old b/g twins at the zoo yesterday. It was to hot this summer so we hadn't been since spring time. Naturally we picked the only 90 degree day this week and I chose to wear a black t-shirt. That's how I roll. It was hot. The boys liked the playground best of all. It's hard to see a lot of the animals from their stroller and they are still young enough they don't really care about them. I managed to take a few pictures at the playground. Barely. My guys like to go in opposite directions. They are not those kids that stay together and play. I envy those parents.
Yes, he's eating dirt and sliding. 
Owen thought he would climb up the slide














While we were at the zoo my doctor called. I had been the day before and had some X-Rays. I have been having some numbness and tingling that progresses into sharp pain in my toes and the pads of both my feet since I had Olivia (4 1/2 years). Last summer towards the end of my pregnancy with Owen and Carter I started having a lot of pain in the heel of my left foot. Mainly when I would first stand on it after being off my feet for a while. I thought it was due to pregnancy and that I was SO BIG! I thought it would get better after I had the boys. It didn't. Instead over the course of this last year it has gotten progressively worse. To the point that I limp and other people were noticing. I begrudgingly made an appt. with my doctor. The doctor noticed that I rushed right in to see him. Which brings us to today. He called while we were at the zoo with my results. I have a small bone spur, plantar fasciitis AND arthritis in my toes. He's sending me to a Podiatrist. I'm 30. I really have to go see a Podiatrist? I associate that with older people. I'm sure that's a completely irrational association, but I do. I know it's irrational since I'm going. I'm really kind of bummed about this. I keep envisioning myself in horrible white orthopedic shoes and compression tights. It's vain, I know this, but I can't help myself right now. I keep telling myself that if I can stand and walk with out mind numbing pain then it's worth it. But really?! And~ if this is what a small bone spur feels like. I never want to know what a large bone spur feels like. Yowzer!

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