Errands with babies are getting easier the more baby boy gains core strength. There's no issue now with keeping him upright in a shopping cart. The hard part now is the toddler tantrum Val throws when she is forced to ride in the cart also, for expediency. We had a long cranky spell as we rode in from the parking lot to Petco, but once we were wandering around looking at birds and fish, things calmed down. I was able to use words to convince her not to pick up breakables in Michael's, but Professor Grabbyhands didn't get the memo. I let grandpa keep them in line to buy his craft supplies, while I went as a free adult over to Lowe's for some S-hooks for plants. (A nice, small philodendron Brazil might have also followed me out of there.)
We tried taking them to a Mexican restaurant, but they were short-staffed this afternoon. All but one server had called out. We requested a take-out meal, hoping it would lessen our impact on their difficult situation. On the way home, Val fell asleep, again proving that everyone declaring she was done with naps was premature. Once at the house, I ate enough of my meal to get rid of the low blood sugar shakes, and then I shared rice and beans with a boy who appreciated them greatly. His daddy grew up in New Mexico, and lives for spicy Mexican food. Dmitri needs to love these flavors, and he's already there with refried beans. Granted, that's one of my best comfort foods, so he's inherited it from both sides of his family.
Too bad we can't convince Val to eat with the same gusto. Eventually we will find something she likes better than chicken nuggets.
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