Oh the drama

It was a 3 cookie morning. To start out, I think Emma is bored with our house and her toys. She is getting whiny and follows me around everywhere. So I was trying to think of something fun and new we could do around the house. Couldn't come up with anything. We did have to run a couple of errands this morning, though.

We left the house around 10 and went to a used children's store since the only shoes that fit her right now are hot pink sandals. Which don't go with everything. And we are leaving for K's cousin's wedding tomorrow. And her dress for the wedding doesn't have any hot pink on it. I wanted to find some cheap white sandals to last the rest of the summer. No such luck, but I did find some white dress shoes that will work for now. Emma was very sad when I'd ask her if she was ready to go. They did have some pretty cool used toys, too. And strollers. She loves to push around strollers. Once we did leave she was fine with it.

After we left that store, I needed to stop at a health food store to get some wheat free stuff for Emma. This is where the real drama started. It seems like when we go to this particular health food store, Emma enjoys knocking stuff off the shelves or pulling things off the racks and running away.** Kind of like a little tornado went through. So I end up grabbing the food we need and trying to follow her and put stuff away. Only this time she was a sad tornado. I tried to bribe her silence with crackers, but they only partly worked. By the time we were ready to check out she was crying very, very loudly. And it was hard for me to hear the check out lady. In momentary lapse of crying, I had overheard the check out lady tell the kids of the lady who checked out before me how good they were. This lady had 4 kids and one on the way. And the kids were very good. I don't know how she does it.

Anyway, I talked to Emma about listening to mommy and not being loud in the store, blahblah. How much does an 18 month old understand? I know she understands when I say shut the door or something like that, but when I tell her she needs to listen when mommy says no, does she understand that? She was pretty quiet on the way home, of course, but was sad once we got home. The worst part about her sadness is that usually I have no idea why she's crying. I tried feeding her lunch, but she was just tired. She's sleeping now. May she wake up happy. Please, God.

I really did eat 3 peanut butter sandwich cookies. They were healthy cookies. At least I bought them at the health food store. So I'm sure I could probably eat more. We'll see how the afternoon goes.

Disclaimer: This is really nothing compared to what Fiddledeedee goes through when she is shopping with Jensen. It really sounds terrible, but the way she writes about it is so funny!

**K pointed out that if I put Emma in a shopping cart, this would not happen. However, there would be some wailing when I put her in which may or may not stop after a few minutes.