We added this onto Annie’s ever-growing birthday present stash and it’s quite a funny story of how it came about.
We went into town and parked up. We started walking into town and Annie started getting frustrated shouting “THIS ONE, THIS ONE. ANNIE SEE TOYS!” at the baby shop across the road. She’s only ever been in it once, before Christmas when we bought her kitchen so we were amazed she even remembered it!
But yeah, we decided to take her in to see the toys and have a look.
There was a display of 3 of those happy hopperz near the till and it was love at first sight. Annie loved them and only stopped bouncing on one to pick it up and take it to the lady saying “a-koo” (thank you.) As in, she was taking it to the lady because she wanted it and knows she has to take things to the till first to pay for them!!
Anyway, after a good 10 minutes of trying to calm Annie down from the massive tantrum she was having in the middle of the shop (terrible fucking twos hey!) we already knew we just HAD to buy her one.
The woman showed us a catalogue and Annie picked the pink horse. Adele (the woman who owns the shop) told us they’d have to order it in and it’d take a couple of days, totally fine. But one of her staff said there was one tucked away upstairs but she didn’t know which.
Came back down and low and behold it was the one Annie had chosen.
It comes deflated in a box with a pump and Annie was adamant she was carrying the bag it was in. It was too heavy for her but she wouldn’t let go. She put it over her elbow and kept saying “arm hurt” but still wouldn’t surrender the bag.
I genuinely had to take her on the carousel ride in town to distract her attention from the bag so that Ian could run and put it in the car.
Oh my God today was awful.
Not all of it, just the parts where Annie screamed and screamed in public like we were totally beating her up.
One tantrum was over the happy hopperz, one over ice cream (or lack thereof) and another over a hideous Minnie mouse dress in h&m. Not to mention the 5 minutes she stood facing one of the displays in h&m with her head in her hands, refusing to look at/acknowledge or speak to me (and I just do not understand why this tantrum occured! It was post carousel and ride in the lift (so she was really happy) and pre-minie mouse dress meltdown.
She’s not even 2 yet though nd terrible twos are already kicking my arse.
I totally bribed her with a hello Kitty hairbrush and the promise of ice cream (and I delivered.)
Mum of the year!