You know her....

....THAT woman at the store. The one with the screaming kid. The one you wish would just leave already. Her hair is tosseled...she's dropping things as she tries to console her baby...she has one bead of sweat running down the side of her face...or maybe it's a tear? She's in the check out lane...she's frantic to get out. Most patrons are looking at her with sympathy...some offer "helpful" commentary.. "oh I remember those days with my kids", "he sure has some lungs on him doesn't he?" "aww how old is he?".... Others though look at her with disgust. They try to non chalantly cover their ears, the peicing screams rattle their nerves...The bagging boy takes pity on her (or maybe he too wants to hurry this process of getting her out of the store) and says "please let me help you out"...she reluctantly complies. She's so embarrassed she just wants out, so the stares will stop... but there's no way to push a cart full of groceries and hold a flailing, screaming, kicking 22 pound baby in her arms at the same time...

Yeah THAT lady. That was me. At Albertson's yesterday. Zech had his 1st full blown tantrum in public. And for no apparent reason.

Welcome to being ONE!

But who could ever stay mad at this face?