Grocery shopping with children: Not for the faint of heart. Ask anyone who’s done it and lived to tell the tale. I attempted this fantastical feat yesterday at 4:30 p.m. in about 100 degree weather with all 3 kids in tow. Know that I only did this because we were slap out of bread, milk, fruit–everything you could think of.
Cheyenne was, as usual, a huge help, even if she did continuously ask for a million things that I just can’t buy right now. Merrick was okay–yes, he was strapped in his carseat the whole time, but he kept grunting and farting and threatening to wake up. And chances are, when he’s awake, he’s hungry–scratch that–he’s stark-raving starving which in turn causes him to shriek and scream and I just don’t think I could’ve handled that after dealing with Mia.
Mia, my angel.
It used to bother me when I saw kids on leashes. Now, I GET IT.
I go from the quiet requests…
"Mia, come over here please."
"Mia, don’t hide in the clothes racks please."
"Mia, you can’t ride on the edge of the buggy like that."
to trying to appeal to her sense of reason…
"Mia, don’t climb on the shelves, you’ll fall and hurt yourself."
"Mia, come back here or Mommy will get lost"
"Mia, if you stand in front of the buggy like that, I might accidentally run over your little foot."
to a little more insistant commands…
"Mia, watch where you’re going or you’ll knock something over."
"Mia, I swear to God, COME BACK!"
"Mia, GET DOWN FROM THERE, NOW!"
"Mia, for the love of Pete, I said you have to WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKING!"
to the mother of all threats:
"Mia, if you don’t stay by the cart, some stranger will come by and snatch you up!"
I’m kidding. I love my kids. The kidnapping comment doesn’t work, and I finally resort to bribery in the form of chocolate muffins, sugary cereal, and cash register candy, and that works…for now. By the time we got home, I was ready to stick my head in the oven. Except our oven is electric, so it wouldn’t have done much…where would one buy a kid leash anyway?
Yesterday morning we took Merrick for his appointment at the Children’s Hospital at OU Medical Center–that place is like a city in itself. After we managed to find our way to radiology, he had his ultrasound, which went fine, and his X-ray, which also went fine. It helps, I think, that we took him to a place that’s used to dealing with kids–everybody was extra nice and extra gentle. Everything was extra colorful and extra soft. And Nick Jr. played on every TV. (we were lucky enough to sit in on not 1, but 2 episodes of "Wonder Pets" in the waiting room–just like home.) We should hear from our doctor by Monday.
And with that, I need my coffee and my chocolate muffin–okay, yes. Those were just for mom.