“I am not wearing that mum!”

As I have mentioned Nathan is a big boy for two and a half and since he insists on keep eating he is getting bigger. So much so that yesterday I dressed him and left the house as normal, in an out fit that he has only had a few months, only to realize, half way to school, that his trouser bottoms are round his knees and his jumper is showing his belly off. It seamed a trip into town to get a new Nathan size wardrobe was in order.

So today I set off (for the second time this year!) to bye Nathan yet more clothes. Luckily Nathan was in a happy chapy mood and it seamed everything was going to go as planed (ie in and out as quick as possible and getting everything I needed).

Lets pores for a moment and work out just how many times things really go to plan with a two year old in tow………Nope I can’t think of any. So as you can see this was a very naive notion of mine.

So we are half way between town and home and the newly toilet trained Nathan decides that he needs to pee. I am a good five minuets away from any toilets, and as every mother knows you are only told, at most, a minuet before they really need to go. So there I am bolting down the road towards a public toile wondering if I am too late and might as well stop running. Well it seams I got there just in time and after hurriedly placing toilet roll on the seat Nathan is happily having his pee. Of course all I can think of is everything he can be catching from this rancid public toilet, but this was 7 hours ago and he seems ok.

Now we are ready to shop. I know what I need, 3 pairs of trousers a few tops and a pair of shoes. Doesn’t sound to hard. WRONG! Ok so trousers and tops were no problem and I managed to get them all at a bargain price. But I now needed brown shoes, How hard can it be? I had to look in every shop in Southend high street. They had tan shoes and black shoes even white shoes but NO brown! By now Nathan is fed up of shopping, the novelty has well and truly worn off, and I am getting ratty. Finally, in Woolworth’s of all places, I find the perfect shoe. As I am walking towards them I am praying they have the right size, that I can bye them and just go home. I get there and YES there is a Nathan size shoes sitting on the shelf.

One thing I really didn’t see coming was that my two year old would suddenly obtain his own fashion sense and refuses to try them on! He left me in no doubt that he did not like those shoes. I could see my chance of sitting at home with a hot cup of tea slipping away as I sat on a bench in Woolworth’s trying to persuade my son to try them on.
Needless to say after five minuets I gave up, went back to the other end of town and got the brown trainers I saw in the first shop I went into. He seamed to like those ones, thank god! xxx