(Editors Note: Here is the completed old entry... sorry for the delay)
So, after our glorious naptime, the Pizz was soooo cute and happy. I figured it was about time to get out and do some things... But where to go? Grocery store? Too boring... Park? Maybe later.... Target?? Now you're talking!
So I bring the Pizz back into her room and begin to get her dressed. Shirt goes on without problems. Pants... mild difficulty. Socks... nope! The girl just wants to be barefoot... I had her sitting in my lap while I was trying to put the socks on. Man, that little Pizz squirmed and fussed all over... Now she is starting to learn about her strength, and ability to use the "wing" to block and defend. Damned did she try! 10 minutes later, along with a few choice words (muttered in spanish), the socks and shoes were on.
Now I had to try to make her hair cute! Oh gosh! You would have thought I was ripping out her hair. (Editors note: unfortunately her hair is in the "in-between" stage.... We're trying to grow it out so that she can look cute and feminine... but it is stuck in messy boyish stage...). She hates the comb. But if you give it to her, she puts it up to her hair like she's combing it! I can't win. I finally get it in place, with a mild swath of hair over her left eye... that will do! We're ready (40min later)
We traipse downstairs! I gather up my keys and phone. We head outside.... I begin to put her in her carseat, and lean in to buckle her belt.... **sniff, sniff*** whew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Omigod! Something ungodly is now in her diapers! I look at the Pizz... "Seriously?!?!" I ask... She just smiles. I half-contemplate leaving her in it to wallow... but I declined. I get her back upstairs and begin to disassemble the Pizzle... and then the moment of truth... WOWWY! It was so god awful (she had a supreme pizza the night before), I almost vomited in my mouth. This action caused a sound and a grimace on my face. She must have been watching me, because she started laughing uncontrollably. "Gee, thanks Pizz" I tried to clean her off... more retching... more Pizz-giggles...
Finally put her back together and back in the carseat... (an hour later)... and we're off to Target! Yay!!! I love me some Target... already had my route mapped out... Going to enter and then pull off into the food court... get a soda (which we'll have to refill 8 times before leaving)... maybe a pretzel for the Pizz... And think of all the entertainment for the Pizz... Sweet!
We get there.... hooray! No Pizz-eruptions. I get her out and walk into the store. Yay yay... Place her in the buggy and mosey on into the food court... "awwww" says the girl behind the counter... "She's so cute..." "I know... she takes after her daddy". She frowned at me and took my order. Pretzel combo...
The I pulled off with the Pizz, got my Diet Coke/Cherry Coke mix and stood there and ate the pretzel. She loved it... And we ate the pretzel... and we ate the pretzel... and we ate the pretzel... Now we're about 15-20minutes into our Target time, and we haven't moved from the Food Court. I was ok with this for a little while, because I had already gotten 3 refills, but now I was starting to get antsy...
Time to move on and enjoy the store... I pulled out of the FC. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!" Really, Pizz? What's up? I tried to make faces as I moved farther... nothing. Maybe she wanted more pretzel... So I gave her some more and tried to move on.... "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!" Now what? She looked longingly at my Diet Coke and started making smacking motions with her mouth.... "Oh, I'm such an evil father... no water!!!"
We go back to the FC and the girl... "Awww..." "Can I get a glass of water?" "Sure" I go fill it up and give it to her with a straw... She gulps it down. Whew!!! We're good to go! I get another refill for myself and pull out of the FC again...
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" "Seriously?!?!? Now what? I have nothing left to give!" I shuddered.... But she would have none of it... Then she brought on a serious, full bore tantrum... with screaming and body shaking and head throwing/snapping... Oh my god, is this really happening to me in a public place.... I look over a the girl behind the FC counter, who was staring aghast at the Pizz and my obviously poor parenting skills... Great... No more cute daddy.
I pick her out of the buggy and walk around a little bit. This calms her down some. I try to put her back in the buggy, but she wants nothing to do with it. I realize that we're going to have to leave and go home! Oh no!!! "But we're so close, Pizz?" We start walking out (not after I claim my 6th refill) and then she's back to cuteness..... Seriously, Pizz??? I try to turn back in, for one last futile effort... But she screams again...
"Alright, Kemper you win! We're going home"
I put her back in her carseat, and she promptly falls asleep. Sheesh!
At least someone's happy...
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