So, I must share our little shopping experience from yesterday as it is the first time I have really been embarrased by Easton in a store before. Yes, Jessica embarrassed. It doesn't happen very often. :0)
As usual, it was after lunch and we were plaing the nap game. "Are you gonna fall asleep or can we run to the store quick (come to think of it I guess there really is nothing "quick" about grocery shopping)?" I waited for a while and decided the nap wasn't going to happen and we REALLY needed food. Our fridge was pretty much empty. So we get in the car and first head to Petsmart for some crickets for our gecko. Easton loves Petsmart and I knew he would stay awake if we headed there first. We then headed to Walmart (the closest grocery store - gas is so expensive!). Easton refuses to sit in the grocery cart these days and generally he behaves well so I let him walk and follow me around. Our rounds started off as usual with him pointing out where the milk is and trying to open the door for me to get it. From there it was like a little trigger switched and he turned into the kid from hell (the kind you wish you could have left out in the car). We needed eggs so he ran over to the eggs and before I could get there had a carton of eggs open and was taking one out (I am partly to blame for this as I let him crack the eggs when we cook, etc.). Luckily I stopped him right before he cracked it open. As I was trying not to miss anything on my list Easton started running down the isles that I wasn't going down. Typically he doesn't go far but this time he didn't care if I was going that way or not. I could hear him thinking "how can I torture mama?" I would give him that look and tell him to come back but that only forced him further away. He was wearing a new pair of shorts that were a tad on the big side and as he would run (no belt on) they would slip further and further off. At this point I realized what was happening and decided I'd better head his way. As he continued to run, his shorts finally fell all the way down. He made it down a whole other isle before I caught up to him and about 20 people had witnessed him running with his pants down. I was just trying to keep my cool and pretend it didn't bother me! :)
From there he took a liking to standing on the front end of the cart while I pushed so I was able to keep him close until we made it to the produce section. I think he grew horns and a pointy tail about now. He wanted bananas so he went right over and picked some out. That was fine. But as I was putting them in a bag and looking elsewhere. He went over and started helping himself to the grapes. Yes, eating them, and lots of them. His cheeks looked like a chipmunk. After tearing him away from the grapes I went to get a bag for some apples. Easton went straight to the apples and of course reached for the one apple who's placement was key in holding all the rest of the apples in place. Yank! There goes about 20 apples rolling and falling to the ground. With a red face and clamy forehead, I tried to hurry and pick them up thinking no one was watching. Who was I kidding? There are always a million people everywhere in Walmart. There was even an older lady who gave me a nasty look like I should have purchased all those apples. ??? I wanted to remind her that I'm sure she had young children at one point too. But Easton had never behaved like this before so it was a first for me. While I was cleaning up apples Easton had proceeded to bite into an avocado. Lucky for me the skin was tough and didn't appeal to him so he moved on. (Mind you I did pull him aside for a little talking to after each of these incidents but I think it just made things worse - and my cart was full so I couldn't put him in it.) Before we made it to the checkout stand I had to stop him from eating a strawberry that he got out of a closed case. What a kid! I've never been so embarrassed nor had such a workout going grocery shopping!