Yesterday we were supposed to go to Ikea. The trip really was needed. Our apartment has been a mess all week and we were in desperate need of some things to help us organize.
However, with me being on bedrest the trip was in jeopardy. But Brian is a thinker and remembered that Ikea has a kids room for kids ages three and up who are potty-trained. Seeing how Marion looks significantly older than her 2.5 years, we decided to go for it.
So off they went. Daddy and daughter to Ikea on a Saturday with a list I put together complete with Ikea product names, minus diapers. Sounds like a recipe for disaster, right?
Well I am happy to report that all went well. Actually, better than well. They both did an excellent job!
First, as they were getting off the exit to Ikea, Marion informed Brian that she had to go numero uno. Brian asked her to hold it. And she did, while Brian drove it Ikea, parked, and got her in the building. I continue to be amazed with her potty-training progress!
Then, Brian got her into the Ikea kid's area and showed her where the potty was, just in case. She had entered into kid's heaven and didn't make a peep when Brian left.
Brian then got everything on the list, plus some thing he saw and realized we needed. He got through the store, paid for everything and got it into the car before the kid's area time limit of an hour and a half expired.
After his sprint through the biggest Ikea store I've ever seen, he picked up Marion. The people in charge of the kid's land informed him that she did great and even went potty there.
They arrived back home in time for lunch with Ikea loot and smiles on their faces.
What do they need me for? Oh yea, to make the list.