Not my finest hour

My friends and I thought it would be fun to go to IKEA today. After all it was raining (again), the kiddo was sick of being in the house (me too), and sometimes you just need a chair named Kritter (or two).

Guys, it was not a good trip.

Today I was the mother smiling with lips pressed together while I wrangled my child out of strangers' way.

I was the mother calling out my child's name six thousand times while he ignored me and ran perilously close to the stairs.

I was the mother that everyone wished would just take her kid home for a nap.

I was the mother who fed her child chocolate for lunch just to get him to sit still for a minute. (I had offered him an apple, pb & honey sandwich, and Swedish meatballs, just for the record)

I was the mother who bought the toy her kid was playing with just to avoid the battle of taking it away.

I was not the mother of the kid with the poopy diaper at least. (Ha ha Kelly, just kidding :))

I was the mother of the child playing on the displays.

I was the mother of the kid who tried to steal an old lady's wheelchair while she was having lunch.

I was the mother who was actually sweating as we walked out of that dang store.

I was the mother calling the doctor to have her tubes tied.

Just kidding on that last one. Probably.

I am still the mother who would not change anything for the world. We've had our good and bad days together but I still love this little man with all my heart.

He's still just a little guy at 22lb 13oz (10%) and 31.5in (15%) (way to get those 18 mo. stats in there, huh?) but I think we'll keep him. Even after today.

And now some pictures for Grandmas.