I love Target. I really do. I enjoy it when I have to make trips there. Peter doesn't enjoy it when I have to make trips there because I spend money. But, alas, there are times when you have to.
So, Peter and I had to make a quick trip into Target a few weeks ago. When I go anywhere with the kids, I try to corral them in one cart so I am not chasing after anyone. We did that during our recent trip. The only problem is that Owen didn't want to be pushed in the cart; he wanted to walk. We told him that would be okay as long as he stayed with us. Of course, he didn't. He stopped to play with toys. He ran away. He climbed out of the cart when we put him back in. You get the picture.
After having enough of his mischief, I tell Peter I will take Owen to the car and he can check out with Vance and Elsa. Owen doesn't like this idea. The entire way to the car, while I am carrying him haphazardly, he is screaming "I WANT MY DADDY" and kicking me. It absolutely looked like I was kidnapping him. I can only imagine what the people who were walking into the store thought.
I get him to the car and put him down for a second so I can unlock the doors. He darts off into the parking lot trying to get back into the store, while screaming "I WANT MY DADDY". Luckily, there were no cars when he made his break. And, that Peter came out a minute later. And, most of all, I'm lucky no one decided to call the police. That probably would have ruined Target for me.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Owen's New Favorite Thing
I know I haven't posted in a while because Owen hasn't really done anything outlandish recently. Perhaps, he is maturing in his old age? Doubtful, I know. So, I figured I would post about Owen's new favorite activity.
I know it may be hard to believe, but Owen doesn't like to listen. In fact, I'd go so far as to say Owen's least favorite thing to do is listen to his parents or Grandma or anyone else that is an authority figure. So, when we are sitting at the dinner table and he's not eating, or feeding the dogs, or leaning back on his chair so it lands on the floor with a thud, or playing with toys at the table, or taunting his brother and sister, and we tell him he can either sit at the table or sit in his room, he chooses not to listen to us. He continues with whatever it is he is doing that is not eating his dinner. Then, either Peter or I will get up to move him to his room.
That's when he does his new favorite activity. He runs away from us screaming NO! Our living room has a circular path around our couch. Owen uses this to his advantage and makes us chase him around and around, all the while screaming NO. He doesn't say it. He doesn't even slightly yell it. He actually screams it, while he is running. Are you kidding me? And, of course, Peter and I chase him. It usually takes us two or three times around the couch before we catch him.
Can you imagine that scene? Owen has us, literally, running in circles. And, he is laughing and screaming NO. The worst part is that, at times, it is so ridiculous to me that I start laughing. This is probably the reason he keeps doing it. I just don't understand why he constantly has us on our toes. Will this ever change? And, when will that be?
I know it may be hard to believe, but Owen doesn't like to listen. In fact, I'd go so far as to say Owen's least favorite thing to do is listen to his parents or Grandma or anyone else that is an authority figure. So, when we are sitting at the dinner table and he's not eating, or feeding the dogs, or leaning back on his chair so it lands on the floor with a thud, or playing with toys at the table, or taunting his brother and sister, and we tell him he can either sit at the table or sit in his room, he chooses not to listen to us. He continues with whatever it is he is doing that is not eating his dinner. Then, either Peter or I will get up to move him to his room.
That's when he does his new favorite activity. He runs away from us screaming NO! Our living room has a circular path around our couch. Owen uses this to his advantage and makes us chase him around and around, all the while screaming NO. He doesn't say it. He doesn't even slightly yell it. He actually screams it, while he is running. Are you kidding me? And, of course, Peter and I chase him. It usually takes us two or three times around the couch before we catch him.
Can you imagine that scene? Owen has us, literally, running in circles. And, he is laughing and screaming NO. The worst part is that, at times, it is so ridiculous to me that I start laughing. This is probably the reason he keeps doing it. I just don't understand why he constantly has us on our toes. Will this ever change? And, when will that be?
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