These blueberry cake donuts are the perfect combination of sweet with a little bit of tang from the lemon frosting.
I love going to the grocery store. I do. I think I like shopping in general, but I love grocery shopping. Especially since I’m all about the food. I normally take the kids grocery shopping with me too. It’s very rare that I get to go by myself and when I do, I sort of feel lost. I tend to just wander and go all slow. I don’t savor it, I just miss my shopping buddies. Which is totally and completely weird since they absolute monsters any time we go to the grocery store.
I look around at all the parents with the kids that sit in the cart quietly or walk by their side and I wonder “How the heck do they do that?” I glance over and Avery is standing up in the cart attempting to get out and Ryley is running around in circles tossing things in the cart. We have chats before and after we go to the store about how we are suppose to act when we are out.
That does not include telling everyone around you “I POOTED” Avery. And it certainly does not include playing hide and seek two aisles over Ryley Ellen.
For some crazy reason I still take them with me to store. I guess in my mind I think the more I take them, the more likely they are to get use to the situation. Which 5 years into this parenting thing, has not been the case.
And I only recently let Ryley walk outside of the cart. I would have preferred to keep her in there until she was at least 12 but she is so tall that her legs dangle half way to the ground in the front seat or she takes up the whole back part of the cart. So she has become a free range chicken at the store.
Now if anyone has any tips on shopping etiquette for little kids – send it my way! I feel like I have tried almost everything to get them to behave when we are shopping. Most of the time now they watch cartoons on my phone. I know.. I KNOW. It really begs the question of why I enjoy taking them out with me in the first place.
I JUST DO. I think I secretly love the chaos or something.
I know I will look back and this phase will have pasted all too quickly. They will want nothing to do with grocery shopping with mom. I think that’s why I savor the time we get together. Even if they are tossing 8 packages of applesauce in the cart while running around like a tiny Tasmania devil.
This parenting thing is all sorts of crazy.
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