So you know how they say only a mother can tell between the different cries her baby makes? Well I think all of Loblaws knew what Owen wanted.
So we go today to get baby wipes, yogurt, applesauce...all the fun baby things. And of course they have lots of stuffed animals on display for Christmas. Cause what good grocery story doesn't sell a chair in the shape of a lion. Owen has recently taken an interest in the MANY stuffed animals we have accumulated over the last year. He has even slept the last two nights with a cute bear (I have no idea where it came from) tucked in his arms. I think that's a parenting no-no but we have that special baby alarm that we know works so I am not concerned. So in Loblaws, Cris is showing a few of the cute, ginormous animals littered amongst the fruit and vegetables. A bear here, a dog there. Owen grabs onto to each of them and refuses to let go. Very cute. And then when he realises there are no more coming and we aren't keeping any of them well he pulls out all the stops. Out goes the bottom lip. And it starts to quiver. Then a little wail. When that doesn't work, the lip and wail together and in increasing volume. It was quite the show. And I do mean show. You really can tell the difference between "I am hurt" and "Give me the freaking stuffed mammal".
He has never demanded something like that before. Cris and I stayed strong and walked away. A few tears rolled but Owen got over it. Till of course the softy of the bunch gave in and got him a teddy bear that was bigger then Owen. Of course, we still had a few stops to make before we went home and every time I tried to take Owen out of his car seat he clenched on to that humongous bear. Well the three of us did not fit through the car door. I had to pry that furry bear out of Owen's little clutches. That stupid bear was almost bald on his legs by time we got home, his fur stuck under Owen's finger nails. So word of advice to other soppy dads out there, wait till the last stop before you give in.
So we go today to get baby wipes, yogurt, applesauce...all the fun baby things. And of course they have lots of stuffed animals on display for Christmas. Cause what good grocery story doesn't sell a chair in the shape of a lion. Owen has recently taken an interest in the MANY stuffed animals we have accumulated over the last year. He has even slept the last two nights with a cute bear (I have no idea where it came from) tucked in his arms. I think that's a parenting no-no but we have that special baby alarm that we know works so I am not concerned. So in Loblaws, Cris is showing a few of the cute, ginormous animals littered amongst the fruit and vegetables. A bear here, a dog there. Owen grabs onto to each of them and refuses to let go. Very cute. And then when he realises there are no more coming and we aren't keeping any of them well he pulls out all the stops. Out goes the bottom lip. And it starts to quiver. Then a little wail. When that doesn't work, the lip and wail together and in increasing volume. It was quite the show. And I do mean show. You really can tell the difference between "I am hurt" and "Give me the freaking stuffed mammal".
He has never demanded something like that before. Cris and I stayed strong and walked away. A few tears rolled but Owen got over it. Till of course the softy of the bunch gave in and got him a teddy bear that was bigger then Owen. Of course, we still had a few stops to make before we went home and every time I tried to take Owen out of his car seat he clenched on to that humongous bear. Well the three of us did not fit through the car door. I had to pry that furry bear out of Owen's little clutches. That stupid bear was almost bald on his legs by time we got home, his fur stuck under Owen's finger nails. So word of advice to other soppy dads out there, wait till the last stop before you give in.
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