Another check mark off the 'things I'm afraid to do with two' list- we made a Target run. Just me, Bug, and Bee. We'd tried a Target shopping trip last week with J and it wasn't an experience that inspired any confidence in my ability to one day make that trip solo. There was fussing and howling and tantruming and the trip ended with both littles screaming in their car seats as I sat between them crying hysterical post-partum tears and J drove the whole tearful hot mess home. REALLY FAST.
But today, we needed things. Bananas, namely. The Mister was chanting "nana! nana! nana!" But we also needed diaper wipes and baby hangers and some baskets for Miss V's changing table, and in all honesty I was just feeling a bit stir crazy, so off we went.
Guess what, people? It was no big thang! V slept in the Bjorn and Mister happily cruised along in the cart. I did forget the all important snack/bribe (you don't do the store without a snack in A-world) but hey, we were in Target. We grabbed a box of toddler cereal bars off the shelf and ripped into it. Problem solved.
So there you have it, a boring post that's pretty much me patting myself on the back for doing something a million moms do every single day. Earth shattering, right? However, I know there are other soon-to-be moms of two following our journey, and I want to assure you- you'll not be homebound (and banana-less) forever, as I once feared I would be. You'll pack up those babies and their 85 pieces of required gear and you'll go to Target and you, too, will leave triumphant with newfound confidence. (And $100 poorer.)
How cute is my boy at Target, holding his nanners?