We live very close to this great place called Destin. It's the place where the tourists flock to in the summer - known for it's beautiful beaches and fine, white sand. Besides endless hotels and restaurants (so many we want to try!), there is endless shopping. One of the best spots to hit up is the Silver Sands Outlets...they have it all, from Coach to Le Creuset to my own favorite, J. Crew. Tonight we ventured to the outlets because I had to return a dress (it didn't look like it did on the mannequin....). The kids were great, but other people - well some people are just plain RUDE.
Scenario: Andrew was "wearing" Jude in the carrier and as we walked by a store, a big-butted lady pressed her big butt into the door and flung it open. It almost knocked Jude in the head. On top of that, she was hauling a gigantic stroller, which she shoved out the door and then...ran over Andrew's foot. Did she stop to apologize? Did she care that he was carrying the sweetest little baby on this planet? Nope. She just sped up like "Get the hell out of my way!"
Andrew's temper flared up and he said some pretty ugly words about her...quite loudly, so that she (and her husband, who followed her like a little sheep) could hear. Luckily this did not end in a fight....
And actually, aside from that, the night was pretty fun. We went out to eat for the first time since Jude was born. The key to success was making sure Maddox was hungry...and that Jude was not. Yes, we did it! Maddox ate like a pig and didn't whine and Jude slept.
We were feeling so good we decided to go into Barnes and Noble for a while after dinner. If there is one thing Maddox can't have too much of, it's books. He loves them and we read one...or two...or three every night. Cheap plastic toys lose his interest pretty fast and end up in the top of the closet (by the way, the sign of a piece of junk toy? No volume control!) but books are a winner. Next on the to-buy list? If You Give a Pig a Pancake, Kitten's First Full Moon, and The Mitten (yes, Mom, I found it!!).
I browsed the magazines with him at one point and he quickly picked out his choice: a Sports Illustrated with a bikini-clad woman on the cover. He held it up so that I (and all the other people sitting two feet away) could see. "Look! It's Mommy!" I tried to quickly put it back and he got the death grip on it, then shrieked. "Mommy! Mommy!"
It was really pretty hilarious, but at the time...not so much. I got a good laugh out of it though. Aren't little boys the best? Only my sweet little boy could think I looked anything like that size 2 covergirl! Ha!
That boy is a ball of fun...and I do love him so.