I made a solo trip to the store today. I was shocked and amazed at how easy a "quick run to the store" is sans my dear A-man. Slide into flip flops, grab the keys, fire up the car, open the sunroof, crank up the Britney, arrive at store, get out of car, walk into store. Shop. That easy! "Quick run to the store" with Mister A- not so easy, definitely not so quick. Pack bottles, diapers, change of clothing. Re-dress A in that change of clothing when he slimes the one he's in with baby puke. Get downstairs, go out to garage, smell something funky. Go back inside, change poopy diaper, re-dress baby. Notice I somehow managed to get a smear of poop on my sleeve. Secure A in his bouncy chair, run upstairs, change my shirt. Back downstairs, back to the garage, spend 4 minutes securing A into his 85 point harness car seat, adjusting baby mirror and jingly toys to his liking. Run back in for diaper bag and car keys, leaving door to garage open so I can hear A, watch cat bolt out door to garage and under car. Spend five minutes on my knees until I grab cat by the tail and pull out from under car. Throw cat back in the house, get in car. Start car, start driving, start chatting with A about the sunny sky or the shopping list or anything really, just to keep him calm and happy in his seat. When all else fails, sing old Alpha Phi recruitment songs because I don't know proper nursery rhymes (being sure to annunciate: "we want YOU" not "we want CHEW"....ladies don't chew, and recruitment nazi habits die hard). Continue singing off key all the way to store ("with an A, with an A, with an ALP, with a P, with a P, with a PHA"). Park car, retrieve Bjorn from hatchback, unbuckle A from 85 point harness, buckle A into Bjorn, adjust for his comfort and mine, pry my hair out of his fingers when he grabs a handful and pulls it into his mouth. Wipe baby puke off my shirt when he inevitably spews before we get 5 feet from the car. Kiss his little head and tell him he's the cutest little pukemonster in the whole wide world. Smile back at the old lady smiling at A, nod yes, yes, he is very bald when she points out "he's so bald!" Get into store, sanitize cart, get my shop on.
That said, as uncomplicated as the "A-Free" trip to the store was, I found myself driving a little faster than necessary to get home and squeeze my little man. And my big man too.
I leave you with some A-goodness. He likes those apples. He also thinks it's mighty funny when his kitty invades, attempting to steal some dropped apple mush from his tray.