Stride Rite Toddler/Little Kid Propulsion Hook and Loop,White/Navy,8 W US Toddler

Customer Reviews

Stride Rite Wide Width Shoes

My son's foot is extremely wide and I am unable to find a good selection of shoes. I have been happy with the shoes that Stride Rite offers and they hold up to everyday wear for him. He can get about 6 months out of a pair of shoes and they still look good.

Great deal

I personally prefer stride rite shoes/sneakers over all others and find these to be perfect for my little guy. The price is great since I got them on sale and he grows out of them so quickly I am buying a new pair every season.

Great Sneakers

Stride Rite makes great sneakers. They are very durable as my son is wearing them at camp and in a sand park and they are holding up to the beating very well. He tends to drag his toes and where other sneakers have shown great wear at the tips, these are not wearing as quickly. Ultimately, working at his camp, I'm seeing how difficult it is for teachers/camp counselors to have to tie shoes all day. The velcro helps him either be more independent in putting on his shoes, or helps the process go more quickly in getting dressed. While I wish they were not white, they are much better than most of the "cooler looking" sneakers and I'm so pleased with the price as well as the half size (or wide as my friend was able to get, which she tells me are hard).

Fastest toddler on the block! Hopefully

As a competitive runner I could not wait until my infant became bipedal and joined me on my morning, afternoon and evening runs. Every day I would stand-up my newborn so he might get his running legs faster, but he would invariably collapse onto his diapered rear and gurgle incomprehensibly.

This just wouldn't do. I don't care if the kid ever learns to talk, but I didn't father no lazy crib potato. My wife gets on me all the time that the kid will learn to walk on his own, but I just can't wait.

The day finally came, and my two-year old finally took his first steps. Yeah, I know, it seems late, but you can blame my wife who wouldn't let me keep the kid propped up standing between the couch and the coffee table to develop his leg muscles. And yes, I covered the table with a blanket so the kid wouldn't hurt himself. What do you think, that I'm some kind of monster?

So my kid started walking, and immediately I got him a pair of the Stride Rite Toddlers' Propulsion Hook and Loop running shoes.

The day they came, I tore open the box and clamped them on my kid's feet. At first, he tried to kick them off, but then found them endlessly fascinating and sat there while he picked at the straps. "Okay kid," I said, "time to get up and show your old man the meaning of speed!" I went to the door, but the kid still sat there. "Probably saving his energy," I thought, so I picked him up and carried him outside to the sidewalk. "So you're going to give your old man a run for his money," I chided him as I set him down.

"These old legs still got some juice in 'em. On your marks, get set, go!"

I took off at an easy sprint and got maybe 300 yards before I noticed that the kid was nowhere near me. I looked back and he was still sitting where I had left him.

"Hey kid! You don't want to give me too much of a head start! I'm not dead yet!"

The kid didn't move. Maybe he cramped up. I jogged back to him and he looked up at me and babbled.

"Kid, you're not making sense, but we're in race, so c'mon, get up."

I helped him to his feet, and the kid took seven wobbly steps before falling back on his butt.

Maybe I was pushing him too hard. I'm not completely insensitive, so I tried to reassure him.

"Hey, no problem! You just run at your own pace, and I'll circle around you."

I started running my circles, jogging at first, but then picked up my pace to get the heart going. The kid was squealing and smiling as if it were some game, so I ran faster around him.

I must have gotten a little carried away, because the last thing I remember is getting dizzy and tripping over my feet. When I woke up, I was on my back and my kid was grabbing my nose--trying to administer CPR, no doubt. I reassured the kid, "Hey, I may be old, but I'm not anywhere near a heart attack."

I don't blame the shoes. I blame myself. I pushed the kid so hard that he is pushing back in his own, stubborn little way. Oh well. I now carry the kid on my back while I run, which is pretty tiring, but gives me the opportunity to try to persuade him how great running is.

"Isn't this great! (huff huff) Don't you wish you could do this on your own! (huff) All you have to (huff) do is put one foot forward (huff) and then the (huff) other!"