Grocery shopping with small children in tow. #YMCCommunity

I’ve never minded going grocery shopping.

I enjoy cruising the aisles, checking out new and different types of foods to try out. And if you go to some of the bigger grocery stores, there’s more than just food to get you excited!

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There are toys, make-up, baby stuff, housewares, clothing, the list goes on. I prefer the convenience of this kind of shopping…especially when you have your kids with you.

On our last visit, we went after swim lessons, when the kids are starving and it’s nearing nap time.

I had a smallish list, but of course, as we’re racing through the store, dinner ideas are popping into my head and extra items are grabbed. Probably not the best idea to have when the weelets are getting antsy and hungrier by the minute.

Soon, the little Dude is reaching nuclear meltdown range and the diaper bag with snacks, is sitting safely in the van. He’d already destroyed the shopping list (which is now making our shopping trip even longer because now I have to decipher what it says through the drooly, chewed paper and running ink) and thrown my keys and his soother across the store SEVERAL times.

My "once was" grocery list.

My “once was” grocery list.

I gave him assorted items from the shopping cart to keep him distracted, but this didn’t work for long. He even gnawed through the bag of Babybel cheese!

Was there a mouse in that bag?

Was there a mouse in that bag?

Normally I would NEVER open an item that I’ve put in the shopping cart, before I pay for it, but wee man needed something to eat, stat! I gave him a fruit and veggie pouch and that bought me a few more minutes while we went through the checkout.

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GET ME OUT OF THIS JAIL!

Then as we’re putting the groceries on the conveyor belt, my daughter advised me that she needs to go potty “VERY BADLY MOM!”, and she’s holding her backside. She did have a bit-o-the-runs in the morning before swimming, so I’m thinking that she hasn’t quite finished what she had started before we went swimming.

Mom, I need to go potty!

Mom, I need to go potty!

Perfect, all I need now is a screaming and kicking toddler and a 4 year old with poopy pants, drawing attention to us in the grocery store.

Fortunately our cashier overhead our predicament, and blazed through ringing in our lot, so that we could dash to the loo post haste.

We made it!

No accidents, no tantrum, now just to get home before something else happens to make it even more of a stellar day.

Do you have a funny or not-so-funny story about shopping with your kids?

Taking the kids swimming solo should be considered an Olympic sport! #YMCCommunity

Our 4 year old daughter is currently enrolled in her second round of swim lessons where she is doing it all on her own. I mean, sans Mom & Dad.

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I decided that it would be a good idea to have her do them on the mornings that she’s not in preschool because she’s at the age where she needs to be doing something active, daily or she turns into a pre-pubescent teenager with her dramatic outbursts and irrational behaviour.

While she’s in her class, our 18 month old son and I paddle around the pool and splash away, burning off some of his surplus energy in hopes of an epic afternoon nap for him. This usually works out very well and our daughter and I get to spend a few hours in the afternoon doing stuff together like colouring, her homework from preschool, cooking or baking. She loves this, because now she gets me all to herself and I’m relieved of the refereeing duty of keeping our spawn from tearing each other’s heads off or destroying more of the house.

So after swim class, neither kid is ready to get out of the pool. And of course they want to go off in different directions. With the “Arms reach under 7” Rule, this makes Mommy swimming solo with the mites a challenging venture. We grab a floaty pad, not a floating maxi pad, but a foam “sheet” that both kids fit on, that doesn’t sink under their combined weight, and head over to the “river” and quickly float on down. Then a quick detour through the waterfalls and bubbles before heading back to the shallow end where Little Dude does a belly flop into the water. A couple minutes in the wading bubble pool and Mr. Man decides he’d like to go for a walk run around the pool deck, prompting a hasty retreat from the pool area into the change room. Not before said micro man throws an epic spazz and protests being strapped into the stroller that we’ve parked along poolside.

Fighting the stroller
Screaming all the way to the change room, one imitating a 2×4 in the stroller and the other stomping and pouting, we manage to find an available shower cubicle. I park the stroller inside and tell our 4 year old to stand guard as I grab our things from the locker right across the way.

As my back is turned, Little Miss Awesome, closes the door and locks it. I load up my arms with all our stuff, turn around and smack right into the door, dropping everything onto the soaking wet floor that has little bits of grossness swimming about. Through my teeth, I growl for her to open the door and by using that tone, she knows that if it’s not opened immediately, the afternoon is going to turn out very badly for her.

Once inside, swimsuits are stripped off, shampoo is applied and I allow the princess to do the rinsing of her and her brother as I quickly get dressed. Bad decision, ’cause immediately, water is being sprayed everywhere getting all our stuff wet yet again. Hilarity ensues and the kids are having a ball. I manage to get everyone dressed and the wee lad returns to his backwards arch as I try to get him back in the stroller. Jeez Louise! I pick him up, throw the pool bag into the stroller, turf the swim diaper in the bin and head to the van. Our daughter is being more helpful now, but insists that SHE open all the doors en route and throws a hissy fit when a gentleman holds the door open for us because she wanted to do it.

I just keep walking. At this point, I’m beyond nuclear meltdown and just have to get everyone into the van before I lose my cool.
We arrive at the van, I let the diva unlock the doors, but Grumplesaurus Rex will not sit in his seat!

I hate my car seat

Photo credit : Illustrated with Crappy Pictures™

Patience, don’t fail me now!

I wait for him to break his concentration and when he finally does, I get the buckles clicked. Touchdown!

The 10 minute drive home was filled with an awesome aria of screaming from the boy and the yelling from our daughter to “Be quiet!”

I couldn’t get home fast enough, but safely drove the posted speed limit, of course.

Have you attempted to take the little ones swimming on your own? What are your tricks to make it a fun and stress-free adventure?

Lighting that “#InnerFire” #YMCCommunity

For the past 30 days, I’ve been challenging myself to workout daily.

I’ve been doing 2 challenges, one was a 24 Day Challenge, the other was a 30 Day Challenge and I’ve been doing the 7 Minute Workout, sometimes twice, daily.

Ab Challenge Guns Buns & Abs

I got myself a “check-in buddy” to keep me on track and we have been checking-in via Facebook everyday. She’s in the UK, so there is a slight  significant time difference, but we’ve been keeping each other motivated.

I must say that my legs have never felt or looked this great!

Our daughter’s swim lessons began a few weeks ago and I was dreading wearing a swimsuit. I’ve always been self-conscious about my thighs, even in high school when we had swim days for PE, I would wear shorts. Now, two kids down, and a pile of workout days behind me, I’m not so shy anymore. I even made sure to go for a wax and eliminate the “warm woolies” before displaying my half naked glory.

If you’re planning on starting a fitness challenge or just a daily workout routine, make sure you wear comfortable clothing that moves with your body, but isn’t restricting. I usually wear my yoga gear, as it’s breathable, moveable and, let’s face it, it’s my regular form of attire. I like to call it “The Mommy Uniform”.

Inner Fire is a small Vancouver-based company that creates yoga apparel and lifestyle products for the urban yogi. But the clothing is not limited to just yoga. I love the inspirational words printed on the tops! Puts a little smile on my face when I read them.

I AM ENOUGH!

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It’s my 20 year high school reunion this year, so I fully intend on looking better than I did back in my high school days.