“Attention Target Sales Reps, customer service is needed in the baby shoe department.” This is surely not a good sign of things to come for me. A shoe shopper at 15 months? Is that even possible? My parents have horrid tales of me throwing the biggest conniption fits over wanting the most expensive toys in the store. Is this merely a hint of what’s to come?
Now that she is walking, I am realizing that she has a mind of her own unlike Dylan. Which by the way I am still wondering if there is anything that even resembles a brain in his noggin. For example, when I set Lia down to walk and get her to follow where I am trying to go, it seems as if she is having an Alzheimer’s moment trying to remember what it is she wanted to do by pacing around in circles. It’s like there is so much to do before I am going to pick her up again and she doesn’t know what to do first.
HOWEVER, when I let her down by the shoe aisle, basic instinct of the female race took over and she made a beeline to the shoes and was determined to walk out of Target with a new pair regardless if she had anything to even wear with them. It’s ok though, it just shows to me she is a normal little girl, and has taken an interest in shopping. It’s at least more normal than me standing in my underwear with my face 2 inches from the microwave watching something cook and singing the Duke’s of Hazard theme before my Mother walked in and asked “What on God’s green Earth are you doing?” I didn’t know quite how to respond at the time because it seemed so long ago, but after thinking about it I should have said “I’m 34 years old Mother, I can do what I want!”