Yesterday marked my very first solo trip to Target with both girls. I’ve said before that getting out with both of them feels like a lot of work right now, especially with the coats/boots/mittens/hats thing…and for whatever reason, trekking to a friend’s house or mom’s group seems more doable to me…maybe because there is an endpoint with a friendly mom waiting on the other side? At any rate, I loaded them both up in the car, armed with leftover Valentine’s day suckers and a strong resolve, and headed the 5 minutes to the nearest Target. Yes, fellow readers, 5 minutes. Hey, baby steps, right? I have to say that it went very well. At first Charlie protested getting into the cart, but once I bribed her she happily sat and gave me running commentary. I even braved the Easter aisles so I could check out goodies for Easter baskets (which you know I LOVE putting together!). I managed to snag a couple things without her seeing, but it was hard to hide the eggs big enough to hold various Thomas trains (heads-up to all you mothers-of-Thomas-lovers), so I told her to tell the Easter bunny she wanted a Thomas egg (as if she knows what I’m talking about in the first place). She helped me find the things I needed and even got to pick out a new bath toy (note: she chose the submarine and not the girly flower toy), but then wanted to open it for the next half hour. I told her we had to wait till we got home to open it, but she could put it on the conveyor belt to check out — that was the most fun thing ever! She watched it travel to the check-out lady and proudly told her it was for “Charlie’s bash (bath)!” All in all, a successful trip. Mommy treated herself to a Starbucks on the way home and Baby Ella continued to snooze, as she did our entire time inside Target. Well done, Baby Ella. Speaking of Baby E, I’m really trying to remember to do tummy time with her. For some reason I feel like her head is a little wobblier than Charlie’s was at this stage. I keep sitting her in the Bumbo seat but she’s just not there yet…and it looks so uncomfortable I pull her out of it almost immediately. On her tummy, she holds her head up high sometimes and not so high other times. I guess practice makes perfect, right? Here’s a pic of her making a go of it. The sweet track suit was a gift from Ms. Marla, and just perfect for my little cupcake.