have i mentioned that emri loves going to hyvee? almost as much as she loves going to target. at least at hyvee, she gets to ride in an obnoxious car/shopping cart that is impossible to navigate around a grocery store (and probably has more sickness crawling around on it than the dirty floor.) at hyvee she also gets a free balloon, a free slice of cheese, and a free cookie that i make her split with me.
its really quite wonderful for her. and that makes it wonderful for me except for steering that shopping cart/race car that makes me sweat and breathe heavy.
ahhhh. grocery shopping. wait till i have another one. i have no idea, do i?
for all of the mothers that do grocery shopping with more than one, i’m having a silent celebration for you in my head right now. you are every woman.
and i applaud you.
as i was buckling up emri in her car seat, after our shopping was over, she was having a silly conversation with herself. of course, i can’t resist her silliness. i needed a kiss. but this time she didn’t reciprocate the notion.
“emri, give mommy a kiss.”
emri turns her head to the side.
“why not, sweet heart?”
“because you are not my husband and you are not my prince.”
“give me a kiss”
i smooshed her against her will.
she giggled. but she also wiped the kiss off. and pretended to be mad.
i was satisfied.
just wanted to mark a sweet memory so i don’t forget.