So last Friday, my brother asked if we would watch the girls for a few hours while they went out to eat. Of course we said yes, who wouldn't want to watch those two little cuties. For some reason, staying home with the babies just didn't appeal to me, so I decide we should all take a trip to the mall for some food court deliciousness, a glimpse at Santa, and perhaps even a quick play on the soft, matted play area.
So, my brother leaves us the huge SUV with the girls' car seats and wishes us good luck...I mean goodbye. So off we go on our fun filled evening with Aunt Ashlee and Uncle Christian. In the pouring rain. About 30 degrees outside. Two weeks before Christmas. With a one year old and a three year old. Yeah...I didn't really think the plan through.
So we arrive, park what seems like 5 miles away, manage to unbuckle the girls and bundle them in our arms so they don't get wet. Or catch pneumonia.
We arrive at the food court. We manage to get dinner down the girls but only by bribing them with cookies later. How else do you get a toddler to eat? So after a few bites of chicken, we head to Great American Cookie Company. All the "I'm full" we heard from the girls at dinner apparently disappeared as they scarfed down cookie after cookie. Did I mention if you buy like 67 cookies they give you one free! Seriously, just don't even bother with a coupon if it is so unobtainable.
We head to the soft, padded play area and enjoy a few minutes of crazy-make your head spin- kids everywhere-poopy smells abound-hollering toddlers with moms on their cell phone-fun. Until Myla falls and busts her chin...blood starts flowing and we start packing. Yeah...that was us, fleeing from the scene as quickly as possible without someone calling CPS on us. We try to calm the girls down from our quick departure from the playground by promising a fun ride on the carousel on our way out.
After cleaning up the wounded, we head for the carousel. We are greeted with a sign that has to have been scribbled by a teenage boy that reads "closed. be back at 7:30" um... no...that is so not acceptable.
At this point we decide it is time to call it a night...we tried...we failed... but we tried.
SO what have we learned from this fiasco, you ask? We are not having children anytime soon. Perhaps we will get a puppy.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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2 comments:
hahaha. You didn't fail! That's life. It happens to those of us who have kids and do things like this all the time. You were brave to head out instead of staying home.
I have a just turned three year old and an almost two year old and I was just laughing because you described my life! Well some days of it anyways. Here is a tip in case you ever try something like this again... when it is nasty outside you drop your husband off at the mall entrance with the kids (because you don't want to be the one standing there trying to contain them while waiting!) and you go park the car and have a nice walk in. :)
hahaha! i think y'all did great! :) but i hear ya! LOL.
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