This morning after I dropped Breuklyn off at Pre-K, I decided to be brave and go grocery shopping so that I wouldn't have to eat instant oatmeal for lunch. Since Paizlee now weighs in at a whopping 20 lbs. 13 ounces, I also decided that she is big enough to ride in the front of the cart instead of her infant carseat taking up all of the room in the basket of the cart. I unbuckled Maddux from his carseat and plunked him into the basket part of the cart so that he wouldn't dash off anywhere while I unbuckled Paizlee. As I am trying to wrestle Paizlee out of her carseat, I hear Maddux say, "Mommy! Mommy, bye!" I turn around and find that he is rolling away. Geeze! I run after him and say, "Hello! Why didn't you say something before you managed to get three parking spaces away???" With all of the wisdom of a two-year-old he responded, "Hi, Mommy!" Sigh.
I am going to write a letter requesting emergency brakes on grocery carts. Emergency brakes and valium... I should be good to go.