Need more cow bell
Last week I went to the very pathetic strip mall near us to see if I could check off a couple things from our Christmas list. I didn’t use the baby carrier because I knew Sophia would want out to walk around so I had the umbrella stroller. She didn’t want to sit in it at all. Now that she knows how to walk that’s all she wants to do, and she doesn’t get tired, EVER! We walked all through the store. Her stumblly little legs are quick for their length, but when I wanted to get to a particular section she’s a bit of a drag. I let her walk. She pushed her own stroller as I guided it in the direction I wanted to go and away from obstacles. Unfortunately, once I got to my destination she wanted to keep going. She went at her same speed and I wanted to linger. We really need to get this teamwork thing down better. We wound up circling the spot I wanted to look at a dozen times. Each time I looked at one more detail of the merchandise on the list. I gave up and we left the store. She kept pushing her stroller down the sidewalk and I decided to poke around at the craft store.
Up and down all the isles we went. She stopped in the middle of one isle to get a closer look at something that caught her eye. “Leave it on the shelf.” I told her, and she did! I was shocked that was so easy. She went back to pushing her stroller. Down the next isle I found something I knew she would LOVE. I took it down, shook it and handed it to her. She laughed and walked down the isle ringing her cowbell. Up and down the isles she went giggling and ringing her bell. Thankfully, I went to the store during the day on a weekday so the only people there were “blue hairs” who love to tell me about their grandchildren that are her age. After a while, I traded Sophia a quieter jingle bell for her cowbell so that we didn’t annoy the employees too much. She would make a fine Salvation Army bell ringer volunteer. I bet she’d bring in more money than anyone else would if only she’d hold still by the bucket.
November 23rd, 2008 at 4:38 pm
I got a fever… and the only cure is more cowbell!
November 27th, 2008 at 9:36 am
It only took me reading the title 3 times to figure out what it meant. I was just about to post a link to that skit! Ahh, memories.