When Kayden was younger, I'd take him everywhere with me. We used to go shopping all the time. He'd ride around in the cart at Target while I browsed the aisles picking up all the things I needed, crossing things off my list. He was happy just to people watch and hang with his mommy.
So, Thursday, Tyler had a follow-up appointment at the ENT for his 1 year-post tubes check. So since his appointment was in the middle of the day, I had the whole day off. I rarely spend time with just Tyler, so I thought it would be fun and I had plans to get. stuff. done.
I thought we'd head to Target, then the doctor, then lunch, then a few other stops I needed to make, then home for a nap (if he didn't already take a nap in his stroller).
OMG---things were not as easy as I remember them being with Kayden when he was Tyler's age. All through Target, he yelled and pointed out every ball, puppy, dinosaur, car, everything. When I didn't give him each of those things, he yelled louder, and sometimes even added tears. I was constantly handing him "stuff", and then slyly taking it away and putting it on random shelves throughout the store so that I didn't have to buy it.
By the time we got to the check-out line, his patience was gone. He spotted a little cup of "Teddy Grahams". So, I grabbed it, opened it up, and gave it to him to keep him semi-quiet. You all know what happened next. He dumped the whole thing on the floor (except for about ten little teddies left in the bottom). This, before I even paid for it. So, by the time the cashier scanned it, I was paying a dollar for an empty container and listening to an almost-two-year-old yell and whine because he wanted the ones that were all over the floor.
I paid for our stuff, talked Tyler into putting his coat on and headed out the door.
We got to the car, I unloaded all of our bags into the back, then went to put Tyler in his seat, and found a $5.99 package of wipes sitting next to him in the cart. Uh Oh.
I know I should have gone back in to pay for them, but I was exhausted. I couldn't do it. That would have meant, taking Tyler back into the store, where he would surely have spotted something that he needed, then proceeded to throw another fit. I couldn't.
So, Target, I'm sorry. I stole some wipes. But it was an accident.
I won't give you the details of the doctor appointment, our lunch date with Grammy, or our trip to Old Navy and JCPenney. I will just tell you the stinker fell asleep in his stroller, and took a three hour nap. I was able to move him from his stroller to the car and from the car to his bed, all while he stayed sleeping.
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