No more Target

So the three of us (me, eli and liam) go to Target about once a week, mainly because it's the perfect place for us to go while we are waiting for the street cleaning hour and a half to be up.  On the days when I have to be out of our spot by 8am, there are virtually no spots available til close to 9:30.  So we head off to Target (less than a mile away) and try our best to be out of there by 9, so we can be back in time to get a prime spot in front of our building.

As I got the boys out of the car in the Target parking lot this morning, I painfully remembered that our trip last week was awful, thanks to Liam's new practice of "I will absolutely not sit in the cart, no matter how tight you make that strap. I must stand at all times."  I sucked it up, because we were already there, and hoped for the best.

The best was not to come.  Liam again refused to sit down, standing up approximately 43,000 times during our trip.  He's too heavy for me to carry him the whole time, especially since he doesn't want to be carried and squirms and squirms and squirms to be let down to walk.  Thank you, Target of NY, for not having shopping carts where two boys can sit, so Eli has to usually go in the back.  This means that he either disrupts the items in the cart, throws them at liam, or stands up in an attempt to grab things from the aisles or harm his brother in some way.  Today, we tried with him standing on the back of the cart holding on, but this was a disaster, because every time he saw something he wanted (every 5 seconds), he would jump off and run toward it, or jump off so that I partially ran over him.  Lovely.  That ended quick.

I was the crazy mom yelling at her children every 20 seconds in Target this morning.

My highlight, of the morning, however, was when I handed Eli a bag of M&Ms (we decided to make M&M cookies, and they were on sale...perfect).  About 5 minutes later, I looked in the back and saw brown drool everywhere.  On his mouth, on the bag, on the other items in our cart.  Yes, Eli had EATEN THROUGH THE BAG and was eating the M&Ms.  You can imagine how happy I was to discover that, and how happy I was to have to explain to the cashier why the bag looked the way it did.

Long story short... there will be no more trips to Target for Mommy and the boys in the near future.  No siree.  Nope.