Well before I explain the story about my little stinker, I do have to give him credit and say throughout most of the hour we were in Target Noah was a very good little boy.
Basically the reason I went to Target was to get a new swimsuit. I hate going bathing suit shopping, but I needed one since this Thursday Noah and I will be going to Branson, Missouri with my family for a short weekend trip. We are going to be on the lake most of the weekend, so a bathing suit is kind of a necessity.
So, I picked something out, threw it in the basket, and Noah and I strolled on over to the dressing rooms. Have you ever tried to get those HUGE shopping carts into the tiny dressing rooms? Almost impossible. Noah probably had whiplash after I finally got the cart into the dressing room (ok sorry I feel better now that I got that out).
I learned my lesson before about not strapping him in the cart. I turned my head just for a second and he was completely turned around standing up holding on to the back of the seat. I know, I know. I should have buckled him in. I guess I just didn't expect him to stand up!
Anyway, we were in the dressing room and I bent over I guess to put the bottoms on or something and look up to find Noah doing this:
As soon as I put him in the shopping cart tonight I buckled the little man up. But as you can see from the picture above, he STILL figured out how to stand up. And did you notice? I think I may be easing up on my germophobic tendencies. Just a tiny bit though because he did not touch the cart until I thoroughly wiped it down with an antibacterial wipe. But I'm working on it. Maybe by the time I have three or four kids I'll say, "oh what the heck."
Anyway, I guess tonight I learned another lesson! Goodness gracious!