Ozgirl wrote:
> "Tiger Lily" > wrote in message
> ...
>> On 9/7/2011 2:37 AM, Storrmmee wrote:
>>> I will write this in the its ok i didn't have kids list, lol, Lee
>>
>> lol Lee
>>
>> the local Co-Op used to have $1.49 day once a month
>>
>> this meant good deals and I used to 'stock up' on the non-perishable
>> items.......... as did most other members of our city
>>
>> kidlet was closing in on 2 years old, and on this particular day,
>> the line ups were 8 FULL carts in every one of the 12 tills they had
>> up....... and they weren't moving hugely quickly either
>>
>> kidlet lost it, stood up and started to scream at the top of his
>> lungs i repeated, please sit down and be quiet
>> i attempted to sit him down
>> i gave him a fruit roll up to fill his mouth so he wouldn't scream
>>
>> he continued to scream
>>
>> there was a young couple right behind me commenting, i turned around
>> and said "I hope this isn't putting you off having kids, he's not
>> like this for the most part!"
>>
>> they grinned from ear to ear and said, "We have just made a decision
>> to NOT have children."
>>
>> then there were the folks who felt i should beat him into submission
>> and the folks who felt i should NOT have attempted to sit him in the
>> cart properly
>>
>> ya can't please all of the people all of the time!
>>
>> kate
>
> Of course you can't, so don't You do what you gotta do and if it
> doesn't work well it doesn't work Or hand the kid to person with
> the worst look on their face and say here, give it your best shot...

When Angela was a newborn, I took her to the grocery store with me to buy a
few things. I had fed and diapered her before we left.

In the store she began screaming unless I picked her up and held her. I
didn't have one of those strap on things. We did own one but I never got
the hand of it. My husband did use it a little bit. I don't think it would
have fit me anyway. It was a thing where the baby sat upright in the front
and I had big boobs until I quit breastfeeding.

As you can imagine it was hard to push the cart, hold the baby and grab
things off the shelves. All these people kept stopping me, telling me what
to do. Feed her! Change her! Change her clothes! Put a hat on her! Burp
her!

I just remember blasting through the store, grabbing what I could and
tossing it in the cart, hoping it would be the right combination of things
to make a few meals from.

Of course as soon as we got home she stopped crying. I never did figure out
what it was.