Weird things happen when you become a parent. You share food with a slobber-monster, you watch PBS, and you find binkies in your purse.
It happens. You can’t avoid it. And quite frankly, you aren’t going to want to avoid it. Weird behavior becomes normal, and it makes you a better mother.
Yesterday we ran some errands as a family. We had several things we needed to get and we decided to attempt it as a family… we like to live life on the wild side. So we packed up the minivan (not really, Murano) and headed to Target. I’m pretty sure that it was the longest Target trip I have ever taken and Jansen managed it like a champ.
No major meltdowns and no poop-splosions. In toddler mom terms, that’s a huge success.
When we finally left Target, we decided to stop at Petsmart so Jansen could see all the animals. We first saw the turtles. One was trying to escape through the glass which made him the most active turtle I’ve ever seen. We saw the birds, lizards, and all the rodents. Jansen called them all “mouse” and Stephen wanted to take one home.
Side note. I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose the rodent battle. Stephen wants a rat (blech) and Jansen thinks all critters are awesome. As much as I’d HATE it, I don’t see a real reason to say no. I mean, it’ll stink and give me the heebie jeebies… but it’s not going to hurt anything. And really, Stephen is an adult. And if you can’t get a pet when you’re an adult, life is just not fair. (Stephen: I still say no to ferrets, chinchillas, and snakes. Oh, and cats.) But I told Stephen that if we’re bringing home a rodent, I need to be mentally prepared for something like that. I can’t just happen to go into a Petsmart and then come home with a rat. No. Not going to happen.
But we did come home with a new member of the family. His name is Feisty and he is a Beta Fish. He’s red and mean and kind of pretty. Jansen thinks he’s great, though I’m sure it’ll take him a while to learn his name. We just felt that it was appropriate. He was trying to attack the man-Beta in the next tub over when we found him. We chose him because we thought our lives could use a little danger. LIVIN’ LIFE ON THE EDGE, WE ARE!
Anyone want to take bets on how long we can keep him alive?