Sarah sits in the front of the cart. She will play with a a baby toy clipped to the handle for about 30 seconds and then bark at me for entertainment the rest of the time. Oh, and try and eat my list. She's pretty happy if I let her play with my keys. However, yesterday she broke my Swiss army knife that was clipped to my key chain. (Shut up, it's perfectly safe to give a baby a knife to play with as long as it's folded up.) Sarah is at a beautifully charming age where "hi" is her favorite word. She says, "hi" to everybody we meet. It is very cute and gets us lots of smiling looks from seniors.
Jack, on the other hand, usually rides in the "trunk" of the cart. I like having him in the cart so he is contained, and he seems to like the "trunk." From there, he helps me by examining everything we buy and then sitting on it. Yesterday he also provided the added service of standing and pointing to fellow shoppers and telling us all to "watch out" so we didn't crash into one another. (Shut up, it is perfectly safe to have a two-year-old standing in the back of the cart.)
Since I have two kids in my cart, it makes it hard to really load up on all the things we need to buy in bulk. By the end of the trip, Jack is being squeezed out by an abundance of frozen chicken in various forms and gigantic boxes of diapers.
Their patience for riding in shopping carts is limited, so by the time we are done, I have pushed them to the breaking point and am soldiering through gritted teeth to check out and load the car.
But then, they both fall asleep on the way home. And it is quiet. And maybe? I just let them sleep in the car for a bit while I unload our stuff. And take out the trash and get the mail. And maybe drink a soda. And sit on the garage steps for a minute. Alone.
P.S. This is my 100th post! Send cake!