Book 'Em Dano!

I'm exhausted. My very full weekend was compressed into Sunday due to a great little work trip over the weekend to Canadia.

Yah, that Canada. I'm not bitter or anything.

We woke up early and ventured down to Beloit to have breakfast with Grandma Audrey. When we got home, we had just enough time left before nap/lunch time that I felt a mom/daughter trip to Target was the perfect way to spend some time. It was nice and sunny--the kind of day that makes you want to spend money you don't have! Hazel needed some new sippy cups and I was in need of some anti-wrinkle creams for my eyes. I'm going to be 30 next week, it's about time.

We head to Target and all is going well. Hazel found some orange and black legwarmers she needed, a little witch hat and a new book! She's becoming such a great little bargain hunter.

We head over to the super confusing aisle of anti-aging products, designed specifically to confuse the hell out of the shopper and make her feel older and uglier than when she turned into that aisle.

I was trying to decide between a few different products when Hazel, who had reached the tipping point of bored, started pulling on my scarf. Hard. I gave her one of the products I decided I wasn't buying to help keep her busy while we walked over to put it back on the shelf.

That didn't work. She kept pulling on my scarf and squawking like a little rabid chicken. Right as she pulled on my scarf with all her baby strength, I happened to lean in towards her and we bonked heads. She started crying. It wasn't a very hard clunk, so I gave her a hug in the cart and told her she was okay. I looked away for .2 seconds to turn the cart. I gave a little side glance at her while turning the cart and saw blood. all over her mouth.

Blood on my baby. Who was crying. In the middle of Target. Loudly. While others were watching and judging me.

I freaked.

I pulled her out of the cart and hugged her. Wiped the blood off on my scarf and realized when we hit heads, her super sharp, little bottom beaver teeth must have cut the inside of her lip. She settled down fairly fast but I didn't. She was still clingy and upset and in my mad rush to get the hell out of there, I raced to the checkout, juggling Hazel, my wallet and a million different thoughts running through my head and got to the car as fast as I could.

I got Hazel in her seat and started to calm down. Did a couple of breathing exercises.

I grabbed the bags out of the cart and put them in the car. Went to put the cart back and noticed something still in the bottom of the cart.

The wrinkle cream I decided against. In my haste to get the hell out of Target, I left without paying for it.

Awesome. I think I need to go to Target alone from now on.