I was going to write a really sappy post about being a "boy mom", and then a quick update on my best friends baby shower tomorrow....however not too long ago I had a real "parentdise" moment.

Noah is officially banned from Target. This really does suck since I love Target and frequent there err about 3-4 times a week. Somehow, in Noah's 2 year old brain he has equated Target with getting something. anything. If Noah does not get something immediately upon entering the store ( i.e. the nice dollar bin of goodies located right in front) he starts whining, which as we continue on turns into yelling which then turns into a fervent scream and attempt to get out of the cart. This is when it gets really ugly and I am usually only about 1/4 way through my shopping adventure.

Today was particularly ugly. Being 29 weeks pregnant, tired, hungry, about to pee my pants, coupled with this display of 2 year old lunacy almost sent me over the edge. I say almost because as much as I wanted to cry, scream, curse, throw things and kick them too.....I didn't. People on all ends were staring at me- as if their kids never did this. I also held back my extreme urge to give them all the finger. With dignity I waited on line, paid for my stuff and even said thanks to the cashier.

If it couldn't get much worse, it did. Noah decided to turn his legs into Jello and refused to walk. So I picked him up, screaming and kicking, dragging my bags and my big ol' belly and I walked across the parking lot like a rock star....albeit a slightly insane one.

So good by saturday morning Target trips. It's been fun.