WalMart is NOT for the Faint-hearted

Well, we've been to Walmart a couple of times since our last post. One of those times proved to be a more bearable experience. However, the other...well it proved to us that Walmart is not for the fainthearted. You see, it all began with what seemed to be some promising potential. We found the special cart right away and parked right next to the cart corral it was in. Grant had fallen asleep rather quickly in his car seat on the way over. And I, well, I, as usual, was as good as gold. So we made our way in. For the first five minutes or so...all was good. But, then it happened. Grant started crying. It was just a simple cry at first...nothing startling. Mommy offered him his pacifier; however, he wouldn't take it. This was a red flag. Mommy knew she had to hit the ground running before his innocent cry turned into an all out wail. It happened sooner than later. Before she made it to the milk he was screaming. And that's when we realized Walmart isn't for the faint hearted. Everyone it seemed was staring at us. . .and not a polite stare. It seemed as if it was a stare that glared into the soul of Mommy as if searching as to whether or not she was a fit mother. Mommy kept her gaze straight ahead...not giving in. Women tried to stop her and suggest she keep the cart moving and that would solve the problem. Mommy and I knew good and well that wouldn't stop the problem. The only thing that would stop the problem would be to get home and get him OUT of THAT SEAT. She didn't try reasoning..she kept her composure and pressed on. But then, out of the blue, came the women driving the motorized cart. She wasn't happy. She was saying something to us across the isle. We had no time to listen. However we would soon get that chance again. As for now, Mommy just moved on, throwing whatever she could into the cart. The list was no longer important. Eyes continued to glare at us. We managed to manuever through the sea of unwanted glances. We were thrilled to find a register that had no line. We raced to it thinking the worst was over. As we unloaded the cart a worker came to inform us that they could hear baby Grant all the way across the store (and you know how big a Super Walmart is). Mommy politely smiled and said he does have a set of lungs while thrusting everthing onto the conveyer belt. But then, we were reaquainted with the motorized grocery cart lady. She pulled up behind us with quite the scowl on her face. Mommy glanced up only to be confronted with this women's opinion of why he was crying. "Is something pinching him in his seat?" she said in an exasperated voice. I could tell Mommy was in no mood to reason with this women. Mommy abruptly informed her he has acid reflux and that he just doesn't like the car seat. As Mommy threw the bags into the cart the women continued to mutter things under her breath. Mommy did catch her saying, "I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl but my heart breaks for that baby." It's a good thing Mommy is non confrontational because if she was...she would have had a few choice words for this women. We were more than happy to wheel out of there...with eyes still staring. As soon as the buggy hit the pavement Grant was sound asleep...just perfect. Needless to say, we learned that Walmart isn't for the faint hearted. Mommy says we made our mark at Walmart that day. She's sure many who were there will go home and say, "We saw this women whose baby was screaming so loud...." So if you hear that story enter your circle of friends...it was us...the Harmans. As for the picture..well...it captures how Mommy and I felt, along with the hundred or so other customers and workers at Walmart that day.