Another Outing for Sam and Claire

Instead of going to the Science Museum, or taking a walk to the coffee shop for our outing on Saturday, we went to the Container Store next to the Chesnut Hill Mall. We went there because Lynn wanted to get a container for the Sam's and Claire's bath toys--something that could attach to the side of the tub with suction cups. One could also say that we went to the Container store because Sam's and Claire's Mom is a crazy woman who, like a dog with a bone, cannot let an idea go once she has sunk her teeth into it.

Needless to say, there were no such suction cup baby bath toy boxes at the Container Store. We wandered around the place gawking at this slice of Dallas, Texas imported to Newton, Massachusetts. There was one section of the store where they were (no joke) showing videos about the store to a family of prospective franchisees. "The Container Store invented the packaging segment in the retail industry."

Although we bought two cute plastic little kid chairs there, the whole exercise was so demoralizing that we skipped our "fun outing"--walking through the Chestnut Hill Mall with the babies. It is just as well since we they wouldn't have let us part in the Mall lot since we didn't own a Lexus or a Mercedes.

Next we went for a leisurely shopping experience at the Market Basket grocery store in Union Square. That took an additional hour and a half. It would require another whole blog entry to properly describe it. We arrived home exhausted, defeated. The kitchen floor was littered with our groceries in their canvas bags. Sam and Claire crawled through them picking out their favorite items to chew or bang on.

To salvage the day, we sat the babies in their respective new chairs. They liked sitting in them at first; but they seemed nervous. Sam was trying to find a way to scoot out of the chair and get back to his tasks. He is pretty good at getting himself out of difficult situations--he can climb off of the couch and the bed--so we let him try to figure it out. His eventual solution was to plop forward on his forehead, giving himself a nice little bruise. As I scooped Sam up to hold him as he screamed and Lynn tried to console him, Claire followed Sam's example and dumped herself onto the kitchen floor.