Let me recap the last hour for you...

I am totally out of baby food for Brooks and neither one of my children have any socks that fit, so we loaded up to head to Walmart. After a million "What's that" and "what is her name" from Riley and hanging on to Brooks as he tries to stand up in the shopping cart, we finally make it to the check out line. The first thing we buy is the trick-or-treat pumpkin that Riley oh so carefully chose. If you know Riley is was a time consuming, serious choice. We load up our bags and head out of the store. I think I made it three steps before a huge gust of wind came and swooped our hand picked tick-or-trick pumpkin away! In my mind I was thinking.... go in and get another, but it is time for Brooks to eat....listen to Riley scream the entire way home for the pumpkin...chase it. Of course I chose the logical choice and picked up Riley and RAN! So yes, picture me running with a shopping cart with a baby in it while holding a two year old...guess I fit right in at Walmart!! Lucky for me we caught in and happily made our way to the car.

Next. We head to McDonalds. ( forgot to mention that Riley is starting to potty train so she is in panties.) Lucky for Riley her friend "J" was already there. So, they are playing away and I am giving Brooks his bottle. I happen to look over and see Riley in the corner with a puddle around her feet. So, I try to put Brooks' bottle down and he goes crazy. If you have seen my child you know that he doesn't miss too many meals... "J"s mom takes over the feeding for me so I can clean up Riley. We go to the bathroom and I realize I didn't pack any extra clothes for Riley. BUT, I did just buy some 12 month sweat pants for Brooks at Walmart. Lucky for me, Riley could barely squeeze into them. She looked just precious in her pink shirt, pink shoes and gray sweatpants! Problem solved!

Next. On the way out of McDonalds we get Riley an ice cream cone.. Keep in mind it is cold outside and Riley has on sweatpants that are more like sweatshorts. Riley stands on the curb while I go put Brooks in the car. I go to get her and she is facing the other way. I turn and she turns and next thing I know I have ice cream smeared across my rear end.... great. So here I am , the woman whose kid ( in mismatched clothes that are too smalll) tinkled on the floor, with ice cream all over my behind! Lovely! Good thing is I was wearing wind pants (since I can't fit into any of my jeans--thank you Brooks and McDonalds) so it just wiped right off.

Ha---I guess the joke is on me today!