The other day I went to the grocery store with Malachi and Scout. For some reason it takes me an obscene amount of time to carefully browse each isle, examine the sales and decision make. Yes, I had a list, but I get distracted.
Malachi was busy driving the over sized plastic car attached to the front of my cart, Scout was snoozing - and I, in my shopping coma had lost track of time. We had been been there a while when the two little ones reached the end of their ropes. Malachi was trying to stick his feet out the window of his car and calling to me in his high-pitched "Mommy" voice, "Lets go honey! Come on honey" (We'd been looking at dish soap for to long) and Scout awoke from his nap with an angry,
"I'm STARVING Mom!"
I carefully maneuvered my caravan across the store to the small deli area and set up camp at a corner table. Scout was easily pacified - he generally has one complaint. Now, what to do with the two year old. The red plastic car had long lost it's novelty. The only thing I had going for me was that he was strapped in.
I never imagined myself giving live concerts in Rosauers. But I did. When you become a Mommy you acquire all kinds of super-skills. Unfortunately for those eating lunch around us, Malachi only has one favorite song. "Mamma ' Deep-Song ' ?" ...and again and again. I couldn't help, but laugh at my new found stage confidence and super-multitasking abilities.
Malachi was busy driving the over sized plastic car attached to the front of my cart, Scout was snoozing - and I, in my shopping coma had lost track of time. We had been been there a while when the two little ones reached the end of their ropes. Malachi was trying to stick his feet out the window of his car and calling to me in his high-pitched "Mommy" voice, "Lets go honey! Come on honey" (We'd been looking at dish soap for to long) and Scout awoke from his nap with an angry,
"I'm STARVING Mom!"
I carefully maneuvered my caravan across the store to the small deli area and set up camp at a corner table. Scout was easily pacified - he generally has one complaint. Now, what to do with the two year old. The red plastic car had long lost it's novelty. The only thing I had going for me was that he was strapped in.
I never imagined myself giving live concerts in Rosauers. But I did. When you become a Mommy you acquire all kinds of super-skills. Unfortunately for those eating lunch around us, Malachi only has one favorite song. "Mamma ' Deep-Song ' ?" ...and again and again. I couldn't help, but laugh at my new found stage confidence and super-multitasking abilities.
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