Today I needed to go to the post office and the grocery store. Jut had the car but it was a realitivly mild December morning, so I bundled us all up and out we went. We haven't meandered downtown since well before C joined us and I decided to make several stops along our journey.
Before I begin recounting our adventures, let me paint a picture of our appearance. Two visible kids with a double stroller and me. First there's E...adorable as always. She's looking stylish in her light pink coat, mittens and hat...with hot pink sweatpants that look huge on her skinny little frame. X is sporting froggie mittens and an orange tiger hat because he won't leave a hat on right now and so I can rarely find matching sets. However, I look the 'best' out of the three of us. I have C in the Moby wrap under my ski jacket. He looks like a very large lump...not a preggo bump b/c he rides entirely too high but he is a peculiar lump. I couldn't find my hat and so I have Jut's black knit hat that is awful. My mitten lost its mate and so I was wearing one mitten and one stretchy glove of a different color. C-L-A-S-S-Y, yup that's me. But, if you've forgotten life with a newborn...you have about a 2 hour window to get things done before they need to eat again. Searching for things is a forgotten luxury right now...especially when you don't start searching until the other two are ready to go. So to start the adventure we look the part of high class society.
We make our first stop at the Culli*gan store. No problem. We are quickly in and out with X is sitting nicely in the stroller. Our second stop doesn't go so smoothly. I stop at the shoe store for 1 item. A little thing...should only take a minute. Well, X wiggles out of the stroller as soon as I stop it. But, I figure it's not a big deal. It's a shoe store. No big deal and he has mittens on so he has very limited dexterity.
Well, I was wrong. First he decided to climb up on the foot stool...then he was climbing on the chairs...then he started bringing me the displayed shoes. E and I seriously spent less than two minutes deciding upon the item. X was like a little Tasmanian devil on the loose. The salesman was a young fellow that obviously did not have any little boys in his life...nor should he ever play poker. I could read the expression on his face..."you need to do something with that unruly child and get him out of my store!". Lovely. Glad I don't typically shop there.
Stop three was down the street and around the corner at the post office. We left the stroller outside because it is a small business area and it was packed. X stays with me willingly for about 1 minute. Then he starts wandering over to the po boxes and disappearing from view. I'm wearing C who is probably 13 lbs...and X is 30 lbs. Holding X is not really an option. After chasing him down the second time, we start playing "What letters do you see?". Probably annoyed everyone else waiting in line, but it kept both kids occupied and close by. Then, a train went through. No one had come in behind us, so we went outside and watched it until I noticed 5 people converging upon the entrance. I hurried the kiddos back inside. X told everyone about seeing the train...repeatedly. When someone didn't acknowledge him, he just repeated himself louder until they commented something back. Then, he proceeded to lay down in the middle of the floor and started scooting across it making train noises. I remarked something about being a tripping hazard and thankfully it was our turn at the counter and he got up without trouble.
Our fourth stop was the new jewelery store. I again left the stroller outside. In the first two minutes in the store, he's pressed his face against the display cases and dashed behind the counters checking everything out while I am questioning the owner about some things. I see a kids corner...PTL...and direct X to a book we've read before and thankfully another salesperson comes up and starts reading the book to the kids and I can finish my conversation with the owner.
Stop 5 was the local meat market. Carla gave them suckers upon arrival and they were angels.
Stop 6 was the second hand store and I kept both munchkins in the stroller and we zoomed in and out.
Our last stop was the grocery store. I needed one item for dinner. Unfortunately, I turned the wrong direction. We toured the store. When we located the dressing, I was looking for the off-brand and X said something about Chex. I was still looking at the shelves when E screamed, "Mom, X is running away!". Sure enough, I turn in time to see X's little legs running as fast as they go turning the corner down the far end of the aisle. Thankfully, it is a small store that we frequent regularly. I knew just where the end cap of Chex's was located. Sure enough, X was stacking boxes in the aisle when we reached him. We go to the check out and he was doing something mischivieous and the guy behind the counter laughs and says "You aren't being a tripping hazard anymore." to X. I said, "You were at the post office.". He smiled and gave me my change.
We obviously made entirely too many stops!
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