James picked out Delilah's outfit this morning, and wanted me to take pictures. He made faces, she wiggled, but here ya go. She spit up all over herself shortly after these were taken, so I changed her before we went to Ikea.
Ikea was absolutely everything I dreamed it would be (Chris does not approve, but my feeling is that it's better than Target or Walmart). James ate all his meatballs (kids eat free on Tuesdays, which is why we went today) and got a compliment from the table next to us about how well behaved he was at the table and how nicely he was eating his lunch. To me, it's just every day, but this guy actually said he wished his granddaughter was as good! I love hearing that my kid is awesome, and it's so nice to get kudos from total strangers. Also, while we were waiting to get into the cafeteria area, James asked me if Grandma was there. He has no concept of Hawaii at all, and I guess he thought that Grandma lives at Ikea now. I think we need to look at a map...
Things got scary when James wandered off. They have lots of little model rooms/apartment type setups, and James went in a bedroom which I didn't realize had another door. He went out that other door, and just kept going, and by the time I realized what had happened he was nowhere to be found. I have never been so terrified as I was when I could not find my child. Fortunately the Ikea people are well-equipped to deal with such things, and also with tearful moms (yep, I cried in front of a bunch of total strangers). It turns out he'd made his way about 1/8 of the entire floor and was hanging out with some women he'd attracted. He'd just followed one lady, saying "Mom? Mom! Mom?" and she asked him if he was lost. He said he was, and that his name was James Kolakowski (which comes out James Toakowski). I got to him as fast as I could while pushing a cart, and I hugged him so tight he got embarrassed, and I cried in front of some more people. I am actually tearing up now just remembering. Motherhood is hard, man.
We did buy a couple of things, including a tiny plush snake (for James) and a tiny plush moose (for Delilah), and a plastic bag holder for all the bags we get for picking up after the dogs. Suddenly our front closet is way less messy!
Chris got his second deer this morning, and also injured himself with a gun (but not via gunshot, so that's good):
The butt of the gun slipped and banged him in the face when he fired, because the prop he was using wasn't as stable as he thought. He reports that his nose hurts, and is very bruised.
