My sweet daughter.
Whenever I would take her out, it was like a dream. She would sit primly in her high chair at the restaurant, people watching and calmly eating her dinner. At the grocery store she would sit quietly in the cart, eyes wide as she took everything in.
That seems to be over now.
A week or so ago while in Target she turned around in the seat of the cart so she could watch where we were going. Then while we were checking out, she stood up in the seat. Thankfully, she was strapped in.
Today we went to Babies R Us to get some things, and she did the same thing she did in Target: spun around so she could see where we were going. While we were checking out she began screaming like she was being attacked by a shark. I ran around to the end of the cart where she was to find she had twisted so much that she was hanging halfway out of the cart through the leghole. The only things stopping her from falling out were the strap and her leg that was wedged in at a weird angle. I pushed on her butt and got her back through the hole and she was fine.
We went to Walmart after that and she twisted in this seat (this time strapless, as it was broken) and would randomly screech as we traveled through this store. This part didn’t bother me. When we got to the checkout, while I was messing with my phone she started running her fingers over a magazine cover in the stand next to us. No big deal, right? Except when I pushed the cart forward to start unloading my items she pulled ALL of the magazines out of the stand and dumped them on the floor.
Then, while I was picking up the magazines she turned around and dug in the cart and came up with my wallet. It was open in my purse, and she snagged it by the bottom corner and pulled it out upside down, dropping about $4 in small change, every card I have and all of my receipts into the cart along with our purchases. Luckily I had a bunch of reusable bags in the bottom of the cart so those bags caught the stuff before it could fall out on the floor.
She got her leg wedged between the seat and the edge of the cart while I was checking out. Then when we got outside I loaded everything into the trunk, the took the cart to the corral and then pulled her out of the seat. She screamed her lungs out. She’d gotten her foot wedged between the two leg holes and I nearly yanked it off when I pulled her up and out of the seat. I’m surprised nothing is broken or bruised.
She’s becoming quite the handful!
Yesterday we ran a few errands, only one of which required me to take Miss P out of her car seat. I love strapping her in to a shopping cart, and she loves sitting in the seat, looking around and getting cooed at by little old ladies.
We were at the Walmart Supercenter, and I had a couple of frozen items to grab so we were heading to the frozen foods section as a last stop before checking out and going home. On the way we passed a woman pushing a shopping cart with one hand and holding a very new baby girl in her other arm.
I felt a brief pang of memory as I looked from that wee little bundle to my sitter-upper-look-arounder. Then I leaned down into Miss P’s face and received a brilliant smile in return for mine.
“There are times when mommy misses her sweet, teensy little baby, but they are few and far between. We have so much more fun now,” I told her, and stroked a finger down her soft cheek.
Each age brings with it challenges and rewards. She’ll never be that tiny, helpless little thing again. Sometimes I miss it, but I’m mostly glad it is over. I often felt as helpless as she did.
I enjoy so much watching her grow and discover the world around her. I get to see everything through her eyes now. What a gift.