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.