She follows me around and grabs ahold of my clothes. It's hard to get things done with a 27 pound child loosely attached to you. Specially if she's crying to be picked up. To make things even better Daisy follows Vaughn around, looking for stray food and sticky fingers to lick. We're a sad 3 person/dog choo-choo train.
Vance was a good shopper. He was easily amused, never threw fits, just sat in the cart or stroller and played with the toys I brought along. Vaughn is the opposite. She doesn't want any toy that I bring for her. She chews on the shopping cart. She tries to get out if she's not buckled in. And it's a good thing that our stroller has the 5 point harness thing. Running errands with her is a pain.
I'm writing this because I'm supposed to be grocery shopping right now. Getting stuff done while Vance is in school. But Vaughn was cranky and already crying as I was backing out of the garage. I don't feel like battling her today.
I got used to Vance being older and not requiring as much stuff. I loved being able to run out of the house without a ginormous diaper bag strapped to my back. No diapers, no toys, no snacks, no sippy cups. As I was trying to rush and get ready to leave the house yesterday morning it hit me that I didn't have snacks or a drink packed for Vaughn. And did I have an extra diaper? Was there enough wipes in case she had a blowout at the Butterfly House? Crap, I'm not used to this mode of thinking!
I'm just annoyed with everything today. I'm blaming the rain.
