So it's been a while. It's not because Aaron hasn't been getting into mischief--because he has--don't worry. I've been a little preoccupied because we're in the process of moving. Our current house closed, and we're in the process of waiting for our new house to be finished. Needless to say, that puts a little extra on my plate. So bear with me for the next couple of weeks until we get settled into our new house (hopefully sometime in the middle of November). Moving is going to suck for Aaron (and I'd venture to say it's going to suck more for me because of how much it's going to suck for Aaron), so I'll have all kinds of stories I'm sure.
Tonight Aaron and I went "shopping". Oldest Son was at Civil Air Patrol, Daughter was at youth group, and Husband is gone for a couple of days (please don't come and assault me) so it was just me and The Boy. I needed to replace a window screen that Aaron had painted earlier this summer, so we went to Lowes in search of a screen kit. I've done this once before because "someone" ruined another screen--so I'm a pro. We walked through Lowes without incident, so he could handle another store--right? Sure. So we went to Michaels. I think every male on the planet hates Michaels (it's a craft store)--Aaron is no exception--but he did ok. He did well enough that I decided to kill the last 26 minutes at Marshalls--there may have been my mistake, I apparently overestimated him. Luckily my amount of public humiliation was minimized because the store wasn't busy. We walk in and he starts making noises, which makes people stop and stare. I walk over to the shoes and he sees a mirror so he drops to the ground, screams (a happy scream), and makes funny faces at himself in the mirror. I'm trying to get him off the ground, and an employee is peeking around the corner staring at me. I just smile at her, and pull my son up to standing. Awesome. We walk through the store and people just look over at us because he's making funny noises--no big deal, I'm used to it, and I hardly notice it (not really, but in general I don't care what people think). And then he decides to go big or go home (or maybe it's go big so he can go home). We walk by a fellow shopper and he lets out the longest, loudest burp you could imagine. It echoes. She looks over in horror. I want to die (ok, maybe that's a little extreme). How about I want to pretend like I've never seen this kid before in my life. To make it worse he starts gulping air in preparation to let another one go. I'm telling him to knock it off, while trying to get out of there as fast as I can. Good times for a Thursday night. I decide it's time to wrap it up because I don't know how many more of these he's going to let off, but I know he's not going to stop until we're out of the store. I hate being manipulated like that!!! We got back in the car to go pick Daughter up--of course he was nice and quiet on the ride home.