You may remember my recent post about how um … unpredictable??? … life with an almost-2 year-old can be. Well, here is how the rest of that same day went after attempting to get Blair’s shoes and coat in the general vicinity of her body. I didn’t want to hit you with it all at once – your head might have exploded.
The girls received gift cards to Build-a-Bear in their stockings at Christmas. And since each of them has been complaining that their shoes (amongst everything else, in Blair’s case) are “too tight“, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to visit Stride Rite to have their feet measured (and prove to them that their shoes do, in fact, actually fit and that their mommy is not, in fact, crazy). And, perhaps to use said gift cards as bribery for good behavior at Stride Rite … which just happens to be directly across the corridor from Build-a-Bear at one of our local malls.
We got to the mall, finally. Please see previous post about getting Blair into shoes and coat. It was pretty much downhill from there.
Don’t get me wrong. Paige behaved very, very well. She used very good manners the entire time, listened well, and was surprisingly nice about picking out a pair of shoes. Blair … not so much. She threw a fit about taking her shoes off. She threw a fit about having her feet measured. She threw a fit about … well, you get the idea. Then she kicked the Stride Rite woman who was trying to put shoes on her feet. And when I say kicked her, I mean right in the kisser. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. (The Stride Rite woman, obviously, not Blair.) She said this was the first time this has ever happened (which, incidentally, I have a hard time believing. The woman attempts to put shoes on toddlers for a living, for God’s sake!).
Anyhoo, I quickly packed everyone up and ushered them out of the store. Now, here is where my dilemma began. Paige was EXCELLENT, and was so excited to visit Build-a-Bear that she had been talking about it. Nonstop. Those of you with preschoolers know that their version of “nonstop” should be the literal definition. Actually, the only definition. It truly came up in Every. Single. Sentence. For the entire day before and that morning.
So, I made the decision to still go to Build-a-Bear. I stand by it, even after Blair screamed the entire time. (I probably should not have gotten Blair a stuffed animal too, but there was no way in hell I was going to repeat this trip anytime soon.) Paige continued to be on her best behavior as she chose her bunny, programmed its heart, added her voice, stuffed it and bathed it. Oh, and named it Paige, obviously.
Oh, and for those of you keeping track, each girl has been wearing shoes that are a size too small. So … there’s that.