Then we got to the pink aisles. You saw all those dolls and shouted "babies" at the top of your lungs and spent the next 20 minutes having a great time looking at all the babies :-) We had a slight moment of confusion when a lady decided to buy one of the babies you tucked into bed and you tried to take it back from her. You kept asking me "where baby go?" I hope she went to as good a mommy as you are to your babies :-)
little girl heaven
Then it was time to leave. When I said it was time to go you thought it would be hilarious to plop down on the floor and since my hands were full of coats and stuff to buy, I couldn't come get you. You had a cheeky grin on but when I pretended to keep going (despite Aidan's freaking out that I was "leaving you") you got up and walked after me with THE TINIEST STEPS IN THE WORLD!
I managed to get all my stuff under one arm so I could hold your hand when you went all limp noodle on me. So. Not. OK. I tried to use my foot under your bum to scoot you up to standing position and pretty sure I was getting some great looks from people at that point. You flopped on the ground and when I bent over to get you, you started scooting backwards on your belly while balling your eyes out like I was a deranged kidnapper out to get you. At this moment, I dropped half the stuff I was trying to carry. My hair was turning more gray by the second.
I finally got you up and we went into an empty side aisle for a little "chat" (with your backside). Ok - everything picked up, you had stopped crying and we were ready to go. For about ten feet. Then you started again. Finally I picked you up in front of all the stuff I already had. I know I looked ridiculous at this point. You were not too happy about his new uncomfortable position but at least by the time we got to the checkout you were calm again.
Sweet girl, when you look back at pictures of yourself as a baby, you look like a little cutie angel girl. And you are so adorable, but also a little Dennis the Menace in pigtails! Also remember, I have a good 13 years to think of a good revenge for embarrassing you as a teenager and when you ask me why I would ever do such a thing, I shall hand you this post ;-) Just kidding, but at least when you come to me with a crazy, fit throwing toddler, I can at least let you know you are not alone :-)