Today Wyatt and I drove up into the city to visit my sister in law who was here with her husband on a business trip. We thought we'd shop a bit. I've never gone by myself with Wyatt and actually only ever driven to the city once by myself. So I was slightly nervous about it, he'd miss his afternoon nap and there's always the question of where to park, how to navigate all the one-ways, all while trying your very best not to hit other objects or people.
I was lucky because after all the crap we went through to fix our car, the dealership threw in a few GPS device. Saved my bacon. So the driving part turned out quite smoothly, and Wyatt...well. Let's just say he still needs two naps.
I met her and we talked and planned in the lobby while Wyatt climbed all over the couches, left four thousand Club cracker crumbs in his wake, and tried to break into the hotel business center.
Then he had his first real meltdown in H&M. A Wyatt meltdown, with real tears and everything. He's never cried EVER just because he's upset. Bonks his head, splits his lip (that was this week), pinches his fingers, sure. He's fussed, little AHS! and UHS! and squirminess, but escalating to full on tears? No. I didn't know what to do! What is this crying little person? It didn't help that I'd forgot his binki in the car or that it was waaaay past naptime. A quick shoulder ride and some running around the dressing room cured it. For a bit.
We stopped to get some appetizers at The Cheesecake Factory and he was happily banging a spoon on the table and I was thinking wow, I might actually get to enjoy this Diet Coke, until I noticed that each bang! was leaving a lovely little dent! in the granite. I put some Kix in front of him and they went flying, along with the napkin. I gave him a paper napkin and he ripped it into 8 million tiny pieces that landed on the floor, along with a pen, lip gloss, Lindsey's lip gloss and her hand sanitizer. We changed to the other side of the table and he proceeded to grace the mirror behind the seat with his greasy fingers and mouth. Then he stuck his fingers in the bleu cheese dressing, rubbed avocado all over my white shirt and announced with a big wave that he was "all done!"
Which means we were too.
Despite it all, I had a fabulous time and renewed my vow to get there more often. I'm going to compile a list of places I want to see / eat / shop at, and start to cross them off. Just another way to shake things up this year. Have any favorites I should add?
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