I thought about calling this “what in the world was I thinking?”
On Saturday, I took Reid with me to pick up some clothes that Ken needed for his trip. In my mind, it was going to be a lark – Reid and I giggling and having fun while choosing shirts, pants, socks, etc. Okay, now you have all wondered what I was drinking when I imagined this scenario but I must tell you, when Reid was little (read unable to move about on her own), we shopped all of the time and had fun doing so. Now, however, she is two and definitely able to walk, run, hop, and so on. Not once in the 13 days, no 13 hours, okay, not-quite-two-hours that we were shopping was she “bad”. Bored, yes. In possession of far too much energy, most definitely. Never bad. Reid had a grand time trying on hats, even a straw safari hat a la Toopy’s butterfly chasing hat, and also bras. (I don’t know why but she can’t walk by them without stopping to touch and even try them on.) She amused herself very well for quite a while in the change room, looking in the mirror and climbing on the chair, while I hunted for the right size pants and the right pattern pants but then a man selfishly wanted to try on some clothes and so that ended. By the end I felt like one of those people who wins a contest where they win whatever they can get out of the store in a set amount of time. I decided it would be better to grab lots of shirts for Ken to choose from and return the rejects, without Reid of course, than try to keep her with me while narrowing the choices. I think Ken thought I was a but nutty with some my shirt selections but he doesn’t take Reid with him to shop – he already doesn’t enjoy shopping ;+) All in all, Ken has fewer, “what was I thinking?” moments that I do.