Took the day off and brought the kid to the new Ikea. Dad drove us as the car was with Wil (he had to work). One of the rare opportunity to be out as a three-generations party. Think Dad is happy too because he was looking at kid's furniture and accessories.
Treated Dad to the famous Swedish meatballs - twelve of them to be exact. He mentioned that he was used to eating like three beef balls (together with his beef noodles). Got a feeling he will not be ordering them again. Ops! That aside, the kid got a treat too. She shared some of potatoes from Dad's plate. Been feeding her things from our plates to expose her palette to what adults eat.
Half-way into the meal, I got up to make milk for the kid. To my horror, I realised that the milk power was not in her bag! Initially I looked around and thought of begging other mommies for milk donations. However, I am not sure if it was a good idea to feed her milk of another brand. On that note, our outing was cut-short. It was a mad rush through the store, to the check-out counter, out to the parking lot and store exit! We must have looked really ammusing because all of the sudden, people around us started to move really slowly while we were like Neo in Matrix. We took off! All the time, we were expecting the kid to scream or show her displeasure.
Either the kid was not as hungry as we expected or that she was distracted by all the bright layouts, for she was cool as cucumber throughout our rush to get back. Phew! Milk was served 30 minutes late. She took it quietly.
I kicked myself again and have to say it once more - she's a great kid!
Note to all. Check baby's bag before every outing - they have baggage issues.Labels: buying, family, feeding, motherhood |
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Hey friend! I always say, packing a bag to go out is like a military operation! Anyway, you on long leave is it!! Called you that day!