The Target Meltdown

Nick has hit the age where we have Chernobyl like meltdowns over the slightest things. We now often experience a screaming fit complete with writhing around on the floor because Nick cannot have the remote control, cell phone or other item he wants. While unpleasant these events at home are one thing, but it was only a matter of time until something like this was going to happen in a public venue. A few weeks ago we had our first event of this nature. Nick and I were out at one of our weekly shopping trips to the target (they have amazing deals on diapers) when Nick began the meltdown process. For those of you that have been through an experience like this, you need little more description, but for those of you who don't have kids or they haven't hit this stage yet, I will try to paint you a picture. All of a sudden your child begins uncontrollable screaming, on lookers begin shooting you nasty looks, or worse begin talking about you and your child to whomever they are on the phone with or with in person. You try to pick your child up out of the buggy to comfort them when they become completely limp. It is like passive resistance. They suddenly they begin flailing their arms and legs erratically. I always said I would never be one of those mom's who has to leave an establishment because of their child pitching a fit...needless to say I was WRONG.

I pick Nick up on my hip, he is in a Superman like positions still kicking and screaming the whole way out of the door. We get outside to the sidewalk and put him down (we are both crying at this point). I look at Nick and say "Team Upton needs to pull it together! We only have two diapers at home and have to go back inside to get more. We are on the same team, Team Upton! Please, please, please stop crying!" I don't know if it was the shock of seeing me crying but with a few quivers of the lower lip, Nick stopped, reached his hand up to hug me, let me pick him up and head back inside. FULL DISCLOSURE: In addition to the diapers and other items, Nick did get a cookie and a new ball, but importantly we were able to check out at Target.