Safety Tips for Shopping with a Baby or Toddler

I found out last week that one of my good friends is expecting her first baby. I am SO excited for her, and I can’t wait to sit down with her and talk about all the fun things she has to look forward to.

In other words, I want to give her advice.

After all, I’ve had a baby. And, so far, we’ve avoided any major missteps. So I must be an expert, right?

Okay, maybe not. And I will try to keep my unsolicited advice to a minimum. (Unless asked. Because then all bets are off, and Mary the Expert Mama is on the job!) But that minimum is definitely going to include tips for shopping with a baby.

Because though I anticipated the difficulty of feeding a newborn and I dreaded the middle-of-the-night crying (mine and hers) and I suspected diaper-changing would be a nasty business, I had NO IDEA how complicated running errands would become the second I had a baby.

I mean, I’m all for society pampering pregnant women, but I think some of those “Expecting Mother” parking spots could be transferred over to those of us with a cranky two-year-old. I’m just saying.

Today’s tips focus mostly on safety, but if you have tips for making shopping with children (or, heck, even with ONE child) easier, please share in the comments. Even this seasoned mother of one could learn a thing or two, I’m sure.

Safety Tips for Shopping with a Baby or Toddler

1. Park by the cart return. I cannot stress this enough. It will save you so much stress and turmoil. First, it helps to put the baby directly into the cart instead of lugging – or, eventually, dragging – the child into the store and then finding an empty cart. Your already-tired mom arm will thank you. Second, when it comes time to leave, you don’t have to choose between being a considerate shopper and returning your cart five spaces away or a conscientious parent and not leaving your child alone in the car while you walk five spaces away.

2.   Keep wipes everywhere. You can use baby wipes or mild disinfectant wipes; it doesn’t matter. Just keep something wet and sturdy in the car, in your purse and in the diaper bag at all times. This will come in handy for wiping off the cart handle or cleaning spit up or other nastiness in the store. Or, once your child is old enough to grab things and put them in her mouth, you can just wipe it off and put it back on the shelf. {What? Like you’ve never done that…}

3. Beware the lap belt. Speaking of cart germs, this is less a tip and more a heads up. The seat belts in shopping carts are crazy gross. I don’t know. Maybe they don’t actually carry more germs than other things, but they kind of make me gag. Even worse? When my daughter, fascinated with all things that buckle, would start out clasping and unclasping the thing and then sneak the disgusting straps into her mouth. UGH! I don’t know the solution, especially if you have a child old enough (or smart enough, as I’m sure my daughter’s case was) to undo the buckle.

4. Consider a shopping cart cover. By the time I ever saw a shopping cart cover, Annalyn had experienced so many uncomfortable and filthy carts that I figured it was pretty much a moot point. But what a clever idea! They aren’t all this expensive, but I thought this polka dot print was adorable – and who can argue with extra padding?

5. Consider not using the cart at all. Apparently (yes, I did do a little research for this post), some experts advise against putting babies in carts at all. I knew they advised against putting the infant carrier in the top part (LIKE I DID ALL THE TIME), but they even suggest not putting babies who can sit up in the cart, because they can fall out and get hurt badly. The same experts recommend wearing your baby in a carrier (a skill I never mastered, hence the dangerous cart habits) or, once they’re old enough to sit up, pushing them in those obnoxious, hard-to-maneuver (but close-to-the-ground) car or truck carts.

Obviously, I have not followed this advice and may not start even now, but I wouldn’t feel responsible unless I told you what the real experts say.

6. On your bottom, face forward, legs through the holes. I may have already had to say this to Annalyn a few dozen times. Even though it goes against many kids’ wiggly nature, don’t let them try to climb out of the seat. Buckle them in and make sure they stay properly seated. And whatever you do, don’t walk away from the cart while they’re in it. Because they will – and yes, I am speaking from experience – try to climb out the second you turn your back!

7. Hold hands or wear a harness. I’ll admit it. Before I was a parent (yes, back when I knew it all), I thought kid leashes were horrible. I would never (NEVER!) use one of those! Umm … yeah. That was before I had a curious little girl who hates riding in the cart and loves darting out in front of other shoppers. If your threats lecture about holding your hand doesn’t do the trick, you might think about a harness.

I loved what essortment.com had to say about this: “If your child is too big for a stroller, then hold his hand, or invest in a little ‘buddy bracelet’. A buddy bracelet is a restraint, but for your child’s sake, let’s call it a bracelet. They may be purchased at most law-enforcement stores, or online. Some misguided idealists may see this as a violation of a child’s right to freedom, but a child small enough to be snatched at a mall may be OK to have their freedom infringed upon for an hour or so.”

8. Attach your name and contact information to your child’s clothing. This tip was one I picked up from my research. I’d never even though to pin my name and cell phone number on Annalyn when we go shopping. But how smart is that?! (Of course, you should also couple it with the reminder to never go anywhere with strangers, even if they know Mommy and Daddy’s names…)

9.   Watch what your child touches – and puts in his mouth. I swear, my daughter has Go-Go-Gadget arms. I can be in the exact middle of the aisle (sorry, fellow shoppers) and still she manages to reach something she’s not supposed to. And don’t even get me started on the sample ladies who like to offer food to my child. Food on toothpicks. Or with peanuts. (Not that she’s allergic to peanuts, but, you know, some kids are.) I’ve actually gotten in the habit of taking a sippy cup of water and one toy into the store with us. That way she’s distracted (in theory) and avoids these temptations.

10.   Take another adult with you. Okay, this is the best and the worst tip of all, in my opinion. Yes, of course, it’s easier to shop with someone else around. Let’s face it: it is impossible to give your child 100% of your attention when you’re doing something else. Especially if that something else involves navigating the supercenter while trying to figure out where they put the bread this week. And in the split second you take your attention off her, your child can be injured or wander off or have any number of things happen to her. {I’M NOT SAYING IT WILL HAPPEN. I’M JUST SAYING IT COULD.}

So, sure, having another adult is ideal. But it’s not always doable. I know in my world, it’s darned near impossible most weeks, with our crazy schedules. While it would be best for shoppers to keep a 2:1 adult-child ratio, I’m pretty sure we’d all better just focus on the other nine tips.

The truth about shopping with babies and toddlers (and, I imagine, any age kids) is that it’s no more or less dangerous than any situation you find yourself in. But when you’re shuffling coupons and juggling groceries and trying not to sweat as you unload and reload and unload the cart again, it’s easy to forget these basic safety tips.

What tips would you give a new or expecting mom about running errands with her child?

For more information about shopping safety, visit:
http://www.parents.com/baby/safety/tips/shopping-cart-safety/
http://stayathomeparents.suite101.com/article.cfm/shopping_with_toddlers
http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2010-06-13-shopping-kids_N.htm
http://www.essortment.com/family/safetytipstodd_shtp.htm
http://www.essortment.com/family/childsafetytip_snln.htm
http://www.babyzone.com/safety/article/shopping-safety-tips

This post will be linked to Top Ten Tuesday at OhAmanda.com.  Images not of Annalyn are by Amy Jeffries and USACE Europe District.

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Princess Rant

Before I had my daughter, I would chuckle at sarcastic or even rude baby clothes. Then I would think – or sometimes say to my husband – “I will never let my kid wear something like that.” Now that I have a child to clothe, I have to admit that it’s been tempting on occasion. When I saw the onesie at Walmart that said, “Teething bites,” well, not only did I have to agree, but I wanted to wear that shirt myself!

But while some of these shirts (hats, onesies, etc.) are cute and funny, I still don’t think rude statements are appropriate for children to wear. (I imagine this will ensure at least one fight with a teenager down the road – don’t even get me started on the appalling phrases I see teens wearing these days! Hmm…”these days”…how old am I?)

The princess trend is also annoying to me, for reasons I will expound on later, so clothing that combines sarcasm and princess attitude is just too much. Too. Much.

I couldn’t help it…

…I just had to post this picture. And confess that living up to my screen name, I took 76 pictures of Annalyn today. 76. Poor kid.

The One That Made Me Cry (List of the Week, v4)

I don’t think I’m a completely unstable person. My husband might tell you differently, but since I’m the one writing…Anyway. I’m really not a basketcase. I am, however, a crybaby. So when I realized how long it had been since I gave you a list of the week, I thought I’d tell you about some of the things that make me cry.

Plus, I tried and tried to put together a 4th of July post, and it just didn’t happen. The last thing on my list is where I started – and where I ended. I just couldn’t get past my emotions for that post. So okay, maybe I am a tad bit over the edge. But really, doesn’t anyone else cry at any of these things? (Or maybe even something else? Like Hallmark commercials or something?)

Good worship music – This usually happens at church or in my car. I’m so affected by music that God speaks to me so clearly with it. It can be convicting, overwhelming or encouraging – no matter, it can make me cry.

TV series finales – I have a slight addiction to finales. I don’t know what it is that makes me tune in every time, but I do. Even if I don’t normally watch a show, if I hear that the final show is coming up, I’ll watch it! I started watching Friends when it was announced they were doing the last season. (Turns out it was not, in fact, the last season, but I watched from then until the end the next year. And I’m pretty sure I’ve seen every episode since, thanks to reruns.) It doesn’t even have to be a series finale. I watched Michael J. Fox’s last episode of “Spin City“. I hadn’t watched the show in a few years, but I watched that episode. And bawled like a baby.

Weddings – I’m sitting here watching a wedding show on TLC and got teared up. And as I stood at the front of the sanctuary for my brother’s wedding and watched my strong and beautiful sister-in-law walk down the aisle by herself, I kid you not, I had a hiccup sob. I couldn’t keep it in! So it doesn’t matter if it’s my friend’s second wedding that I wrote about earlier or two strangers I’ve never met or even two fictional characters, if it’s a sweet or poignant or wonderful wedding, I will cry.

Abused, sick or neglected animals, children or old people – There is a commercial on TV right now; I think it’s for the ASPCA. It shows dog after cat after cat after dog – all of them somehow managing to look sadly into the camera – all to a mournful Sarah McLaughlin song. And it is the longest commercial ev-er. I have to change the channel every time it comes on. I just cannot handle it. Something else I can’t handle? The grandma scenes in Happy Gilmore. I know – that is not a sad movie. But seeing that little grandmother get treated so badly – even if it’s by a ridiculous Ben Stiller character – just hurts my heart. Not because I think it’s real, but because I’m sure things like that happen in real life! And don’t even get me started about sick kids. After working for a health charity, I know too many stories to take any child’s situation lightly.

My daughter – I’ve cried over her first laugh, looking at her face when she sleeps, thinking about how many things could go wrong in her life, thanking God for all the things that have already gone right, and in desperation when I couldn’t stop her from crying. And I have a feeling there will be many more tears over my little sweet pea!

Inspiring sports moviesI’m not an athlete. As a matter of fact, I don’t really enjoy sports much at all. And I will admit that I’ve cried due to failing at sports in the past. That should really make me hate sports. But the cliched scene of the underdog managing a victory in the last few seconds of the game – well, it gets me every time. You know the stories I’m talking about: Radio, We Are Marshall, Glory Road, Remember the Titans, Hoosiers, A League of Their Own, Field of Dreams, The Sandlot, even Friday Night Lights. Like I said, I don’t really like sports. But I seem to love their movies. (And this video? Bring on the Kleenex!)

Is There Life Out ThereReba McEntire’s video for this song makes me cry every time I see it. She plays a wife and mother who goes back to school to get her college degree. And that’s exactly what my mom did 20 years ago. Each time Reba says, “I learned more from the stain than I did the paper,” I break down, thinking of how hard my mom worked, all the sacrifices our family made, and how proud of her I am.

Our military and the war – My grandad was in the Army, so I was raised with a deep respect for our country, our flag and our military. With everything that’s gone on in our nation the past seven years, that feeling has only grown. No matter what you believe about our leaders and their strategies and choices, the men and women who risk and sometimes sacrifice their lives for us are heroes. Plain and simple. And that’s why I cry when I hear patriotic country songs (this one caused a breakdown in my car), read military-themed books (sobbing on my couch), watch TV shows about the Army (sniffling every Monday night), or look through Mad Dog’s Iraq scrapbook. I almost can’t stand how sad it makes me. On the other hand, it makes me so proud and thankful. “Thank you” doesn’t seem adequate, but I still have to say it. To those who serve our country, thank you.

By the way…onions don’t actually make me cry. (But they’re about the only thing that doesn’t!)

Update: I wrote this post and scheduled it for today before I heard some bad news. A couple I know from college lost their baby yesterday. The wife was 9 months pregnant and had not experienced any problems. But her water broke and she didn’t deliver soon enough.

I can only imagine how excruciating this situation must be for them, and honestly, I’m sure anything I can imagine is still nothing compared to their pain. I’m praying for them, of course. They are believers, so I pray that will carry them through this time. I don’t understand why these things happen. Things like this – as well as my questions following them – also make me cry.

Ships Passing in the Night

The typical weekday schedule for our family looks like this:
  • 7:00 Annalyn wakes up. I change her diaper and drop her in bed with Mark.
  • 7:45 – 12:30 I’m at work, while Mark takes care of Annalyn.
  • 12:30 – 5:00 Annalyn is at the babysitter’s, Mark heads to work, I’m still at work.
  • 5:00 – 7:00 I take care of Annalyn.
  • Midnight or later – Mark gets home.

So, not only do I not see my baby girl enough during the week, I don’t see my husband at all! I love that his evening shift lets him spend some great time with Annalyn (and it cuts down our childcare costs), but this week, I’m weary of this schedule. The weariness (and resulting grouchiness) will pass, but for now, I’m a little sick of it.

On a lighter note, I did find out that the phrase “ships passing in the night” comes from a Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem.

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