The New Phase
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!
- On Growing Up (newadventuresoldmom.wordpress.com)
- A Wander Through Tarjay (talesandtrenchs.wordpress.com)
- man stuck in mcdonald’s high chair goes viral (thesun.co.uk)