why am i...
compelled to tempt fate?
Today Logan, Caleb and I had a big day. We began our big day by heading north to Aunt Misty's house to drop off some (real) Benihana salad dressing. Our next stop was Joann's fabric store where I was hoping to find some 1.5 - 2 inch wide cotton twill tape but alas did not (we did, however, find two orange mini push brooms for the boys and a 12 inch black zipper for me). After all that excitement we stopped by the "hippie" grocery store (I could spend all day there) for some cereal and to pick up the tea I had ordered forever-and-a-day ago. Then we headed back to the house to fetch the double stroller. Caleb fell asleep en route to the house so Logan and I decided that we should have lunch at Sonic. After lunch we stopped by Barnes and Noble to roam the children's literature section where we found Sleepy Time Olie and Peekaboo in the Jungle. Logan decided to have a Chernobyl-esque melt down as we were heading to the check out. Most of the time I am able to not laugh as he freaks out, but today was not one of them. Among me, the cashier and the very pregnant woman who let me cut in front of her to pay and get my foaming-at-the-mouth toddler out the store, it was IMPOSSIBLE not to laugh. He really does say the funniest things during these "spells" but today was particularly funny. At the moment I can't even think of anything he said so that you can enjoy the same guffaws I did at his expense, but rest assured it was HI-larious. We finally made it to the jeep and loaded up amidst high winds and occupied runaway strollers (fortunately not ours). As if that wasn't enough for one day we ventured to the other side of the universe in search of wipie containers at the Super Target in Flower Mound. I can never get out of a Target under $100 and today was no different. We found another Piggy Toes Press book, This Little Piggy (at the very bottom of the link page), new bathtub crayons, jelly beans, diaper bag necessities and baby things for our new niece, Lillian Ingrid (born last night, safe and sound, congratulations to the newest Ma and Pa Lyons).
At the end of this big day my broken foot started hurting. Was that a collective "DUH" I just heard? I thought so. Well, I have been off of it all night and swear, SWEAR, I will stay off of it and only use my crutches until the doctor says otherwise. Seriously, I swear on my stack of Mary Engelbreit Home Companion magazines (and I mean all of them, even the very first issue). I choose to blame this little lapse in judgement on my own version of cabin fever. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
Today Logan, Caleb and I had a big day. We began our big day by heading north to Aunt Misty's house to drop off some (real) Benihana salad dressing. Our next stop was Joann's fabric store where I was hoping to find some 1.5 - 2 inch wide cotton twill tape but alas did not (we did, however, find two orange mini push brooms for the boys and a 12 inch black zipper for me). After all that excitement we stopped by the "hippie" grocery store (I could spend all day there) for some cereal and to pick up the tea I had ordered forever-and-a-day ago. Then we headed back to the house to fetch the double stroller. Caleb fell asleep en route to the house so Logan and I decided that we should have lunch at Sonic. After lunch we stopped by Barnes and Noble to roam the children's literature section where we found Sleepy Time Olie and Peekaboo in the Jungle. Logan decided to have a Chernobyl-esque melt down as we were heading to the check out. Most of the time I am able to not laugh as he freaks out, but today was not one of them. Among me, the cashier and the very pregnant woman who let me cut in front of her to pay and get my foaming-at-the-mouth toddler out the store, it was IMPOSSIBLE not to laugh. He really does say the funniest things during these "spells" but today was particularly funny. At the moment I can't even think of anything he said so that you can enjoy the same guffaws I did at his expense, but rest assured it was HI-larious. We finally made it to the jeep and loaded up amidst high winds and occupied runaway strollers (fortunately not ours). As if that wasn't enough for one day we ventured to the other side of the universe in search of wipie containers at the Super Target in Flower Mound. I can never get out of a Target under $100 and today was no different. We found another Piggy Toes Press book, This Little Piggy (at the very bottom of the link page), new bathtub crayons, jelly beans, diaper bag necessities and baby things for our new niece, Lillian Ingrid (born last night, safe and sound, congratulations to the newest Ma and Pa Lyons).
At the end of this big day my broken foot started hurting. Was that a collective "DUH" I just heard? I thought so. Well, I have been off of it all night and swear, SWEAR, I will stay off of it and only use my crutches until the doctor says otherwise. Seriously, I swear on my stack of Mary Engelbreit Home Companion magazines (and I mean all of them, even the very first issue). I choose to blame this little lapse in judgement on my own version of cabin fever. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
posted by Amy at 6:36 PM
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