So, after spending the last three days pretty much house bound (minus a trip to Kroger and the post office), I was dying to get out of the house today. We have Jake's newborn photos and Rylee's (supposed to be) 18 month (but really 19 month) pictures on Saturday, and I wanted to get one of Jake's plushy baby blue blankets embroidered with his name on it for his picture. so we ventured to the mall. Yes, I am crazy. We left the house at 11:30am and got home at 4:30pm. We went to 4 stores. Four stores and we were gone 5 hours. Rylee was a disaster. Not that she is normally a good shopper or anything, but she was exceptionally bad today. Now let me preface this by saying that although Rylee can without a doubt throw a pretty dramatic temper tantrum, rarely are there tears involved. She's a
screamer, but not a
cryer. Well, no sooner do we walk through the doors of the mall and she starts
crying hysterically. Crying hysterically and saying "maba, maba" over and over again and pointing. I have no clue (and still don't) what "maba" is (any translators out there?), but whatever it is, it must be pretty bad because she was pretty upset over it. We're talking real tears people. Luckily while she was agonizing over "maba", my sweet little angel Jake was sleeping peacefully. But that still didn't stop everyone who passed by us from saying "wow, you sure have your hands full". Ya, thanks. As if I didn't already know that. So after I couldn't calm her with anything in my bag of tricks, I decided maybe a trip to the food court was in order. So we grabbed Chick-a-fila (oh how I love being back in ohio for that chick-a-lisious-ness). Fed her some nuggets, while I fed Jake some, well you know. And tried to feed myself the chicken sandwich. It's all about multi-tasking. And the
hooter hider (yes - that is what it is called and yes - that is what it does. For real.). Anyways. She settled down a bit after eating. phew. So I gathered myself back together and headed to the embroidery kiosk to get Jake's blanket embroidered. The whole point of this adventure. By the time we get there, Jake is in a tizzy. He has pooped and clearly is not happy about sitting in it. I knew it would take sometime to do the embroidery, so I figured I would get that ordered and then go and change Jake while I am waiting for it to be finished. So we debated over the thread color, the font, whether or not to add his birthday below the name for $5 more...nah, not necessary. But then the guy offered to do the birthday for free since I was a "first time customer". Bonus! This
must be my lucky day afterall! (FYI..Jake is still screaming. but at least Rylee is quiet.) I approved the spelling, birthday, lettering, layout, etc. and went on my merry (I mean frazzled) way to kill 45 minutes while the embroidery was being completed. The longest 45 minutes of my life. I would finally get one child settled, then the other would start crying. And this is why I will never go to the mall with the two of them again. Finally 45 minutes is up, we go pick up the blanket. I look it over - looks great! I pay and we head out. We get to the exit of the mall only to find out it is POURING. Of course I don't have an umbrella. Awesome. When it rains it pours, right? Just one more thing to add to my perfect day. Anyways, to make a long story longer, we make it home and I go to get the blanket out of the bag to wash and get all ready for Saturday. I am admiring how nice it looks and thinking how happy I am that I went with the darker blue letters instead of white and how awesome it was that I got the birthday added for free, when all of a sudden I see it. Staring right up at me.....September
9, 2009. Jake was born September
10, 2009. And then it was my turn to cry.