Nothing was easy today. Grace didn't want to eat. Or play. Or be held. Or walk, or stroll, or ANYTHING. I was picking up what she was laying down. Grace didn't want to do anything and either did Momma. While I would have been satisfied having a "movie and half a bag of Oreos" day, Grace wasn't super into that either. Finally around 3pm, Grace and I peeled ourselves off the couch and started our day. First stop, Babies R' Us. I have mixed feelings on the store. If money were no object, I'm sure I'd like it a lot more, but that certainly isn't the case. With a reasonable goal in sight, Grace and I set forth to get formula and get the hell out. With Grace's new found super mobility, sitting in the shopping cart NEVER goes over well. With one leg in the appropriate spot and one leg slung over the shopping cart handle, Grace throws herself back and goes into mega meltdown mode. It is right around this time when I look around and realize all of the Mommy-to-Be's are paralyzed with fear, unable to take their eyes of my shrieking child. It takes all I have not to say "Good Luck!" as I carry Grace out of the store.
|Worst. Idea. Ever.|
After a long day of less than perfect public appearances, Grace and I are happily home, where G can run free and scream til' her hearts content. I need not worry about projectile yogurt or public meltdowns. With Grace's favorite show, Yo Gabba Gabba, echoing through the apartment, I can finally relax. :)