Black Friday

After waking up this morning and eating breakfast I realized that not only was I able to keep my blueberry eggos down, but I've been able to keep my blueberry eggos down for THREE WHOLE DAYS.  People, you have no idea what this means to me.  The last couple of days I've only had mild nausea easily controlled by nibbling on something throughout the day.  I feel a little more icky at night, but I'm able to take my anti-nausea / knock-me-out-for-the-next-four-hours pill and sleep most of the night without incident.

Since I was feeling so great today, I decided I'd get a jump on my Christmas shopping and maybe take advantage of some sales.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I dragged Alex to the local religious book store to buy some appropriately religiousy gifts for my family members of faith.  I figured I couldn't go wrong with something bibley for those crazy Christian relatives of mine.  Alex did not find this store in any way interesting or fun, which are my sentiments exactly, but at least I don't begin howling in protest the minute I set foot inside.  He did manage to glean some entertainment value out of some Book of Mormon action figures and desperately begged for me to buy him "Samuel the Lamanite" or "cape guy" as he referred to him.  My refusal to do so resulted in more howling, kicking and screaming, at which time I decided I was done.  Surprisingly, I left with nothing of real religious significance.  I bought a Hello Kitty coloring book, a rocket ship model kit, a gift card and a "Happy Holidays" sign the cashier talked me into getting for $4.

We were then off to the mall.  We worked our way through the crowds with Alex squirting people with his juice box occasionally.  I looked in almost every single store and kiosk and couldn't find a single thing I wanted to get for anybody.  After about an hour Alex was sick of sitting in his stroller so he stood up and screamed "GO HOME!  MOMMY GO HOME!!!"  He cried all the way out of the mall, through the parking lot and the entire drive home. 

Once home we had some lunch, but Alex's bad mood persisited even after John came home for his lunch hour.  Alex screamed that he wanted water.  I'd give him a glass of water, into which he'd toss a matchbox car.  (This is his thing, putting cars into glasses of water.  I don't get it.) I'd take away the cup and he'd howl at me and fall to the ground sobbing.  After John left for work again, I put him down for a nap and he passed out immediately.

I think I'm done shopping for the day.  Maybe tomorrow I'll leave Mini-Grinch at home with John and try again.