Thursday, February 16, 2006

No More Waffle Cones

The armadillo is still battling this cold so we decided not to meet up with the other moms today. His nose is still running and he’s coughing therefore being outdoors at the park would have been a terrible idea, especially since the weather forecast called for cooler temperatures. I don’t want the armadillo getting any sicker. On top of the armadillo’s cold, we haven’t been to Gymboree since the little sprout was born as well. What’s a SAHM and her 2 little boys to do? That always seems to be the eternal question these days. I need to get out of the house at least once a day, and what would keep my boys semi-occupied at the same time. I couldn’t go to my favorite store, Target. We’ve already been there twice this week. Oh yes, twice already and it’s only Thursday. B-Dad's busy at work so he can't meet us for lunch. So I decided to go to the mall ... AGAIN. Booooh-ring. The mall just doesn't hold the same appeal to me as it did before the little sprout arrived. I used to take the armadillo to the bookstore and let him walk around, I'd take him to the center area of the mall to walk/run around, I'd buy him waffle cones as a special treat, etc ... That's all changed. I don’t yet have the courage or the game plan to let the armadillo run around in the bookstore or the center area of the mall. The center area has 3 levels and I’m afraid the armadillo is not going to be able to navigate the steps carefully and take a tumble. I won’t be able to watch the armadillo as carefully as I want to since I also have to keep one eye on the little sprout too. Every time we walk past the center area, the armadillo points to it and tries to verbalize to me that he wants to play over there. Alas, I have to pretend I don’t understand and quickly walk past. How miserable for the armadillo. On top of not being able to play, the ice cream store where I buy waffle cones for the armadillo have closed up. What's a trip to the mall without our waffle cones?

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