The three musketeers and I were tired of being home and stuck in the house. While I attempted to be creative and keep the three content it was a losing battle. We played with pots and pans, built LEGO towers, played with play dough but the crying wouldn't cease.
After nap time I knew we needed to get out. So I started the crazy long task it is to get all three girls ready for a trip to town. It really is a lot of work to get them all bundled up and into their carseats. Our first destination was a Target. One woman took a look at me with two babies in my arms and a toddler hanging onto my coat... "Wow you're brave."
I didn't really have a response, Kara was trying to dive out of my arms and Abby was upset we weren't going to ride in the cart with broken seatbelts. I got all three into a smaller cart since the expanded ones (with seats in the back) were all broken. All three were in the front section of the cart. At first we did really well and even found a few Christmas presents. There were a few fights over the crackers I had brought but nothing serious. I decided I shouldn't press my luck and went to check out. That was when everything went crazy. As I was grabbing my wallet out of my purse Kara somehow managed to crawl over the side of the cart and flipped over onto her back... she starts screaming bloody murder, everyone is looking at us and then Abby starts screaming... Kiley stole one of her crackers. and in the process of being upset about this the others she had been holding were being dropped all over the flow.
Try containing THAT crisis. I was mortified that one of my children had flipped over the edge of the cart in full view of everyone that was waiting in line. (the screaming of bloody murder not helping this) I had three upset children and two hands. It was probably the most awful feeling and all I wanted to do was check out and crawl under a rock.
After this experience I wanted nothing to do with going into another store alone. Thankfully my mom came into town and we visited the mall. She helped me take the girls to the play area inside where they could play with the other children and crawl around. It was so nice to have some help! Abby even had a friend she would walk around with and played with. She was very sweet. Kiley and Kara did great and enjoyed checking out the other kids. Once Kiley found the exit we were done... she kept trying to escape... then Kara caught on and they were looking for ways to escape.
We got icecream and the girls had hotdogs and then it was time to head home. Abby was sad that we had to leave but was excited about the princess pj's in the store. When we told her that we had to go home and that she needed to get her coat she sat down in the floor. "I'm really really sad." *Loooong dramatic sigh* She told me, after some persuading she did put on her coat.
As we were walking to the car she says "I am so very very upset mom." (so funny)
Abby and I watched Rapunzel trailer videos... she is very in love with her right now. Last night I built her a LEGO tower and she kept saying "Rapunzel, let down your hair." and "Have to brush your hair, it's so very very long."
I find it so fun!
Monday, December 06, 2010
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Oh, I can imagine. I have had my moments with Pearl. Luckily Mable was always pretty mellow so I could hold the back-arching, ear-drum shattering kid.
Pearl was goofing around in the cart (or "buggy" as they say in the south) last week (at age 5, no less) and I was telling Daren how many kids go to the ER for shopping cart injuries. ;)
Charlea flipped out of a cart at Walmart once when she was Kiley and Kara's age. She was in the main part and then she started going head first. My friend's husband managed to catch her foot just as she was hitting the ground so at least she didn't get the full force, but still... I know how you feel. I'm glad to know I'm not the only mom to have gone through it... ;-)
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