Monday, June 22, 2009

not sleeping anymore


Aaand so...
Now that you're not in your carrier car-seat and get to sit in the front of the cart, why not throw your first fit in a store. :0) You yelled at me through three aisles of people stocking from palettes (so it was hard to get through and took even longer) because I wouldn't let you chew on a bag with raw chicken in it. What a rotten mom. 
Love you anyway Bruce.
Mom

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

supermarket sleeper

oh my dear jackers...
how many people do you have wrapped around your little toe already. :0)
one lady that works at pick-n-save grabbed your toes while you were sleeping in the cart, even though there was sock lint on them. she said, "to be that content, when is someone going to put me in one of those (carseat) and let me sleep?" 
the man behind the meat counter said what a good shopper you were, and i don't know how many "knowing smiles" i got from people walking past. you just looked so peaceful and sweet. my little honey, i love you so much! and you're getting big so fast, crawling for 6 days already! you're a star. keep being sweet, my love. xoxo mom