Here is what shopping with an 11 month old consists of. Next time, if there is a next time, I’ll have to get a video of it.
- I’m excited because he’s happy and has napped recently. I put him in the cart and he’s still happy! Woohoo!
- We walk through the doors of the store and get about 10 ft into the store. So far so good! I think, “Maybe i can actually casually browse.”
- A minute later he starts trying to stand in the cart. Doesn’t matter if he’s buckled. That’s just an obstacle he’s out to prove he can get around.
- As I’m trying to put him back in, an employee comes to ask if I found everything ok. Perfect timing to watch Man-child pull my shirt down and flash the world. That’s his way of communicating to pick him up.
- I quickly pull my shirt up while simultaneously picking him up and telling the employee I’m fine.
- As soon as I’m holding him, he starts arching his back trying to wriggle out of my arms. I do my best to walk with him, but I’m certain I look ridiculous trying to wrestle with him.
- I manage to spot something he can hold. I don’t even care how much it costs if it makes him happy. He pushes it away and continues flopping in my arms.
- I finally let him crawl. He wants to push the cart while he’s on his knees. I try steering it. After bumping into several thing and partially knocking down a display, we finally get to the aisle with the one item I need.
- He doesn’t want to stop and keeps pushing. But I need to make sure I’m getting the right thing. So I quickly look. When he crashes at the end of the aisle I help turn him to do a loop.
- After a couple loops, I finally have what I need. I hold him and let him push the cart to the front of the store. We buy the item and rush outside.
- I get him in his carseat and remember I forgot to buy something I needed or some other hiccup. Hiccups in the past have included realizing something was in my cart that I hadn’t paid for, remembered I needed to return something, we dropped the pacifier somewhere on the walk to the car and will have to drive home without it, on a windy day had things blown out of my cart in a busy parking lot where cars waited for me to pick it all up with a screaming child in my arms.
Here is a picture of the aftermath of a shopping trip. We’ve had worse – so good job Michaels for keeping your floors somewhat clean. You should’ve seen his feet and hands the time HoneyBunches let him crawl around Home Depot!
I still wonder why I do this to myself. But then today, we got home and he was super happy. He tends to be happier if we get out of the house.