This weekend was a bit hectic for our family, nothing bad just lots to do. Sunday, during a short period of "downtime" we decided to venture out to the mall, where we expected our very active little ones would enjoy running in the mall playground. This isn't an unusual place where they haven't been before, we actually frequent mall playgrounds pretty regularly. Point being, when my kids see the mall entrance we're usually greeted with a resounding "YAY", as opposed to the typical screams of containment we experience.
We decided to "reward" the children by not getting our own very normal, side by side twin stroller out and investing in the extravagent car stroller that you can rent from the mall. Typically the boys LOVE that stroller and scream to get it. So, being the cool, fun parents we thought, sure, why not! As we put the money in and the stroller was released, we got Kaeden in quite easily. I strapped him in (did I mention that Kaeden really should have been named Houdini, cause he can escape from anything?) and went for Joel. Joel began screaming and thrashing around--because unlike the many times of the past, he had decided he did NOT want to be in that particular stroller. (My assumption? He wanted to walk). We forced him into the stroller, as we wanted to do a bit of shopping before hitting the playground area--all to have Joel begin his typical toddler-thrash dance. He flings himself backwards, screams, bangs his head, overall it's an all out war for freedom (kind of like Bush's attempt on Iraq, without the guns).
Seeing as how we're the "aware" parents, knowing he's searching to 1-get his way and 2-get attention, we ignore the problem and continue on our way. Yes, as our toddler is thrashing around, hurting himself, we're steadily walking the halls of the mall, enjoying (hah) ourselves. A first-time-experience occurred shortly thereafter when a mall security guard stopped us to ask what was wrong with Joel. Interestingly enough, I'm 99.5% positive that he suspected that we'd kidnapped the thrash-tastic child we were torturing with that cool stroller. It wasn't until I snapped at the security guard "he's two, that's how they do" that he finally backed off and let us be.
Note: when we released that crackin in the mall playground, he was happy as a clam.
Joel discovered cupcakes and oreo's this week. (Mom's going on a diet and had to get all the junk food eaten and gone--hence the increase in sugar diet). When he made it into the kitchen, he grabbed the sams club sized box of cupcakes, smacked me in the side with it, and screamed "OH GAH! CUH CAYS!". Yes, in toddler jargan that was "oh God, cupcakes!". I think.
And the oreo experience... wow. I was thinking "his first oreo, he's going to love it!" I hand it to him, he twists off the top cookie, throws it on the ground, and began licking the cream as though he'd had a thousand cookies like this in the past. ...now I'm wondering which grandparent taught him that (particularly the throwing the cookie part on the ground). Both have admitted that they've given the boys oreo's... and are in violation of the grandparent contract (kidding, kidding). Gotta love those spoiling grandparents (are there really any other kind?)
That being said, our days lately have been pretty relaxed (dare I say). We joined a baby gym, where they ran and played and hit up a park while enjoying this beautiful winter weather (seriously, 50's in January?). Tomorrow we're heading to that McDonald's where we lost Kaeden last week. ...should be an entertaining experience.
Til next time...
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