How cute are my boys holding hands at the mall?
Just waddling along, smiling at strangers, babbling about.
That lasted two seconds.
Then the "I'm hungrrrryyy" started.
And once that starts folks, you're on borrowed time.
My mission: to make it to the food court before all hell broke loose.
With each kid under and arm, I ran to the elevator and hauled ass up to the A&W - but as soon as those kids of mine smelled the salty, crispy, delicious armoa of French fries, it was over. Hell was on its way.
The baby, having discovered he has legs, refused to be put in the stroller - arching his back and screeching like a velociraptor - drawing attention from everyone around us.
Which was perfect, because at this point my two-year-old was rolling on the floor sobbing as he screamed "CHOCOLATE MILKKKKK" - like the world's supply of chocolate milk has just evaporated or something.
And then I had to carry each kid AND a tray of food, none of it for me by the way because I forgot to order for MYSELF as I tried to tame the chaos.
Oh and the sweating, guys. I feel like I just tamed a dragon in the desert heat.
Does the sweating ever stop?! Anyway... Now, we're sitting on a little bench, adorable as ever once again... And I'm just hoping someone shares a French fry with their dear old mom.
Cuz calming the chaos burns calories, my friends.
It also burns your sanity.
Oh I have such little sanity is left.
I may never leave the house again.
Not this week, anyway.
PSA from your friendly, neighbourhood mommy:
Don't touch a baby if they're not yours (I'm talking to you lady at the mall). It's cold and flu season and viral infections like croup can do a number on a baby.
I'm talking scary stuff guys. These sweet babies of ours are vulnerable.
Last night our sweet, little Maxwell ended up in the hospital due to croup. He was such a trooper on his ambulance ride - I was not. Pretty sure this year has given me ulcers.
Max earned himself his very own Siren dog for being so brave.
We're so grateful to our local EMS for their incredible kindness and professionalism in getting Maxy where needed to be.
Heading home now for lots of snuggles and hopefully a nap, I've officially been awake for 30 hours.
And please, ladies and gentleman, keep yo hands to yoself!
I mean it.
I know they're cute and chubby and delicious but... DON'T. TOUCH. THE. BABY.