Yes, that was me

Yes, that was me yesterday. I was "that" mom.
After my doctor appointment, Amelia and I went to Kohls where she decided she needed to go potty. She sees the fitting room and makes a dash for it thinking its the potty. When words were not enough to convince her it wasn't the right place, I walked in with her and showed her it wasn't the potty. I'm sure the one lady that was trying clothes on thought I was insane saying "see baby, there are not potties in here". Amelia then decides she doesn't like my answer and throws the BIGGEST tantrum she has ever thrown in public. She was holding on to the corner of the wall screaming for the world to hear. I carried her (kicking and screaming) to the bathroom where she continues screaming and refusing to go potty. So after 10 mins of standing in the bathroom waiting for her to stop, I finally give up, carry her through the store, again kicking and screaming, to the front to pay out. Everyone was staring, wondering what I was doing to this poor child. And why is it that elderly people think they need to stop and try to sweet talk a hysterical toddler? I was moving as fast as my big belly would allow me amidst the kicking, and this lady on a hoove-around stops me to ask Amelia if she wants to come home with her. Really lady? Do you see what I'm dealing with and you want to take her home? I'm pretty sure she was implying that she could handle her better than I currently was. So we check out, get out to the car, and continue to scream all the way home. Joy.

For those feeling sorry for me (and I'm sure there are few).....no worries! The day was won over, when last night Amelia found her "boobs" and thought she needed to give them a kiss. She was bending and rolling all over the living room floor, trying her best to reach them. It was the funniest sight. Ty and I laughed and laughed. She even moved down  to her belly, which of course, was still impossible. Too funny!!!

Thank you God for a child who is determined and potty-trained.