So...I've got 5 kiddos. Didja know that?! ;)
And, my first 4 children were laid back, go with the flow, happy go lucky children.
Then came she:
And, she messed up our record. This girl is a "her way or the highway" kinda girl...and she let's you know it!
Here's my issue. I'm really not quite sure how I'm going to reconcile this, so help me if you can.
I love to shop.
She hates to shop.
And, therein lies our problem.
It's painful. For both of us.
No, no...scratch that. It's painful for anyone within one square city block...as her ear splitting scream reaches that far.
Just ask the poor, terrified teenagers working at the mall. Ahem...ah...more specifically at my new favorite store, aerie.
We walked in...jammie pants were calling my name...when my sweet, adorable, cherubic little numkins of a love munchkin let out a scream that nearly broke the windows...and certainly broke some eardrums.
I was afraid I was gonna get banned...so I pretended she wasn't mine...kidding!! Kidding...but the thought crossed my mind.
Anywho...so, the babe screams, and the young cashiers slowly turned their horror stricken faces toward me...I'm afraid my baby girl ruined them for life.
I'm quite certain they've sworn off babies...FOREVER.
I'm not sure what got her to quiet down...my subconscious blocks these horrible memories for the well being of my psyche. But, we walked from the front of the store to the back (weeellll...hello, sweet jammie pants), and I met the eyes of an "older" mother (and by that, I mean a "been there done that" mother...).
She gently smiled at me, a knowing, wise gaze (coulda had some pity in there too, I'm not entirely sure...), and said something to the effect of "It'll get better".
Again...subconscious at work...it's a little fuzzy.
I said, "why, are you gonna take her for me?"
I love my girl. More than anything.
I just don't love her scream. Or like her particularly much when she acts like a nincompoop in public (weird, aside by me...nincompoop doesn't get picked up by spellcheck?! Sorry...ADD kickin' in...).
But, love her I do.
Ear splitting scream and all.
But, I'm pretty sure the evil Kohl's girl didn't like her. Or love her...considering the daggers she was shooting at her.
Geepers Lou! If looks could kill...that Kohl's girl would be dead. By my daggers.
Nobody looks at my Baby like that.
The sweet, adorable, cherubic little numkins of a love munchkin that she is.