26 Months and 6 Weeks

I survived my first outing, alone, as a parent of two. It was exhausting, yet very fulfilling, all at the same time. I proved to myself that I can make it as a mom of two. Sure, we had some issues being nice at the play gym where we ate (thank you HUT for mastering the "what, I'm not pushing them I'm merely walking and they are in my way" maneuver), breastfeeding in public twice and changing two poopy diapers, but the important part is that I we all survived.

As I sat in the restaurant and watched HUT in the playground, I thought to myself, "it's amazing how two small creatures can intimidate the hell out of you."

I vow to no longer make that the case. I'm the adult. They are babies. I can do this.

That being said, I will admit that I am not above bribery sometimes, so when we got to Target I lured HUT with an Icee because that's about the only way I can get him to sit in the cart these days. The free cookie at the bakery at the market always does the trick when grocery shopping (if you haven't tried this, do so now). I was a little worried when my Icee time was all used up by an impromptu breastfeeding sesh in the Target family dressing room, but HUT hung in there for a bit afterwards to let me do some shopping.

I know that it will get easier in time, and they will get older which will help. But the fact that I finally, after 6 weeks (with a 26-month-old), made it out on my own, without the help of an extra set of hands, helped boost my confidence in this mom gig.

Monday we're going to attempt a museum. Wish me luck!