Yesterday, I had an eye doctor appointment. I also had to take the girls with me.
Brooke could have cared less. She sat, 'read' her books and was overall on her best behavior. Caroline was devastated. Totally distraught that she was not receiving 110% of my attention and could not physically sit on my lap for the 5 minutes I needed for the exam. As I was getting the old poof in the eye, she decided that she really needed to tell me something. When I didn't respond to her liking, she decided to go in for the kill. Next thing I know, she has pulled my shirt down (and part of my bra) giving the eye technician quite a show. Thank goodness Molly (not Mike) was on shift that a.m. Don't worry-she also narrated the event by yelling "Boobie" while totally humiliating her mom.
Next up, Target. When I saw a doll on clearance for $5.00 I thought I would be mom of the year and get it for Caroline. She was SO pumped. When we went to check out, she couldn't wait to open it. I had to take the baby out of her hands for 1 second so that I could pay...and she was not happy. I guess she had figured out what worked (to get attention) earlier in the day so she went for it. Next thing I know, she is trying the old pull down half of mom's shirt routine. Luckily, I caught her in the act and was able to save myself from a room full of Target employees laughing at the video reel.
Caroline.
Always keeping things interesting.


