Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday was a hopeful new day. We woke early in hopes to travel an hour away to shop in some home stores. At Target, Z once again decided to display his true colors. He refused to sit in the cart....but also refused to be held. We made it to one more store, but Kee and I were wore out. We felt like rodeo clowns trying to distract a raging bull. We cut our trip short, thinking naps at home would do the trick. After everyone was well-rested (meaning our rambunctious toddler now had even more energy), we decided to meet some friends at the park. Z and Twiggy laughed and had a great time. I got my exercise chasing Z up and down the play equipment. We all needed rewarded with a little ice cream.
We all piled out of our vehicles, mouths watering at the ice-cream stand. My friend and I gave our orders to our husbands as we made our way with our children to the picnic tables. My friend has four children...the best behaved children in the world. I am not just comparing them to mine...I mean every child in the world! Her husband brought over all the melting cones. Their children dutifully began eating their dripping icecream, sure to seek napkins when needed. Even the tiniest, 13 months old, sat in front of her mommy and awaited bites of the cold treat. Now enter my husband. Two dripping cones and one bowl of icecream for Z. Immediately Twiggy protested that she wanted hers in a bowl. I swap her the bowl for the kiddie cone. I chase Z down and offer him a bite, but his mouth is already full. Full of what you might ask....rocks! Surely after a quick finger-sweep, he'd want to eat the ice-cream. Nope...as fast as he could he found more rocks to shove in his mouth. Repeat...repeat...repeat. I threw the cone away and resorted to managing the situation. Kee later told me that everyone around us was pointing and laughing.
Posted by Twigs Off The Branches at 5:03 PM