This is what my life has become.

I sit here writing this as my baby is snoozing in her car seat and Payne is giving me fifteen minutes of peace...because I'm feeding him boxed macaroni with a smattering of guilt easing canned carrot bits (scratch that...I got in the first sentence during that brief moment of peace and had to come back later).

BUT I did it! I went somewhere with both kids alone and accomplished a whole task! I took both of them on a short grocery run.

The slight issue? I had to resort to something I previously swore I would never use.


(Yes, Payne is indeed eating my grocery list here. I'm choosing to be ok with this until the next study comes out revealing the carcinogenic qualities of Post-It adhesive.)

Yep. The dreaded car shaped monstrosity that all others in the grocery store curse. It's the Suburban of grocery carts, but I'll be damned if Payne didn't behave better in the cart than he has in months! I'm not entirely sure that the way I had Genevieve set in the cart is officially approved by the Grocery Cart Association of America, or whoever decides that stuff. However, I couldn't figure out any other way to situate her and still have room for, you know, groceries in the grocery cart.

Surprisingly, the run to the store was the smoothest part of the day, considering before the outing Payne poured water all over the couch and afterwards Genevieve threw up all over Dan. Heh heh.

And just for fun, I bring you the baby's outfit of the day:


I promise I didn't leave her slumped like that! But look! Rainbow striped baby leggings! Monkeys emerging from pockets!

Ok, I may have an infant clothing, um, dependency.