I attempted to grocery shop with the wild ones in tow -
BAD IDEA. Why did I bother, right? The nasty, germ-infested car shopping cart is a necessity when kids are in tow. After scrubbing it down with 10 of the complimentary Clorex wipes, we were on our way. All was well until Christian starts screaming bloody murder and attempting to dive out the window of the play car. I look down to find Mason clinging on top of him with his fangs latched into Christian's back. That's right, baby brother bit a huge chunk out of poor big brother's back - who needs a teething toy?? We headed straight to the band-aid isle for some Batmans (you know how kiddo loves his bad guy band-aids).
All was happy again until "splat," the mini Jamba Juice we bought pre-shopping flies out the other window. Apparently Mason decided he was finished.
"Clean up in Isle 8" on the loud speaker (no joke). After picking out some "awesome pumpkins," according to Christian, we were off to checkout. WHEW! Mason spots the produce and starts chanting "nana, nana" to which I give in, and peel a banana pre-purchase...and then "splat," it too gets chucked out the window!
Just then, a nice checker walks up with 2 orange balloons. Mason squeals in excitement as we tie one on his wrist and he begins attacking it. Christian, a little more hesitant, decides to give his back instead of worrying about it floating away (bad memories of letting balloons float up to heaven on Chad's birthday). He can't just enjoy the balloon for the moment without stressing about the inevitable popping or floating away. Finished the trip with drive-and-load service,
AMEN for Harmon's! The best part of the story is that instead of being frustrated like usual, I was entertained and just took it all in as an ADVENTURE, and that it was. Just another day in the life of a mother. NOTE: The shopping excursion was all after working half-day then getting my hair done...always easier to handle the chaos after having a nice break!