So on sunday afternoon I decided I had enough of this box, my home. I have been sick with some nasty cold. Can't taste or smell. I never realized how vital those are. Anyways, Trevor arrived from work. I finally was able to take my shower. I knew he had wanted a beanie and since he is so picky, the great mall, well would be great!
But before we made that final decision, did we really want to take the kids? Not that we don't like our kids, but they are those kids you always hear and see screaming and running around the stores and think don't those kids have parents? Well they do and we are them. No they are not really that bad, well yes they are.
So we get there. I am on a mission. Dayton is in the stroller, Everett is in the bottom of the stroller and Triniti is walking. I know there is 1 toy store there and exactly where it is. My plan is to walk next to Everett and block his view. I did a good job until my husband decided he wanted to play and run the stroller ahead of me a few inches. And that was it! Everett turned his head and with his xray vision spotted that toy store. And the tantrum began.
I told him we would get to the toy store, but after we got daddys beanie. We arrive at the first store and in we go. He is screaming. Thank goodness the music was blasting. Even one of the workers was dancing, so Everett blended right in. Eventually he calmed down, when we decided to eat. His 2nd favorite thing is eating after toys. But after two bites he was yelling at us to hurry up and eat he was done and wanted the toy store. And when yelling did'nt work he decided to bite Trevor in his back fat.
And to end this story, we arrived at the toy store. He panicked when he didn't see Thomas the train. He then found them, found the one he wanted and all was one with the world.
But before we made that final decision, did we really want to take the kids? Not that we don't like our kids, but they are those kids you always hear and see screaming and running around the stores and think don't those kids have parents? Well they do and we are them. No they are not really that bad, well yes they are.
So we get there. I am on a mission. Dayton is in the stroller, Everett is in the bottom of the stroller and Triniti is walking. I know there is 1 toy store there and exactly where it is. My plan is to walk next to Everett and block his view. I did a good job until my husband decided he wanted to play and run the stroller ahead of me a few inches. And that was it! Everett turned his head and with his xray vision spotted that toy store. And the tantrum began.
I told him we would get to the toy store, but after we got daddys beanie. We arrive at the first store and in we go. He is screaming. Thank goodness the music was blasting. Even one of the workers was dancing, so Everett blended right in. Eventually he calmed down, when we decided to eat. His 2nd favorite thing is eating after toys. But after two bites he was yelling at us to hurry up and eat he was done and wanted the toy store. And when yelling did'nt work he decided to bite Trevor in his back fat.
And to end this story, we arrived at the toy store. He panicked when he didn't see Thomas the train. He then found them, found the one he wanted and all was one with the world.
1 comment:
LOL @ Everett biting Trevor's back fat!!! I don't take Gabby ANYWHERE without Brian... that girl has me sweating in stores with her fits. I am glad Everette got his Thomas!!
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