We had been having a hard time having Lucas hold our hands when we were out-especially in parking lots. He just fought and fought us on it. I normally ended up having to pick him up and pray I made it to the car without dropping either him or whatever else I was carrying.
On Sunday we needed to run some errands. I planned it so we could get everything we needed in one shopping plaza-that way I didn't need to run all over town and we could walk to the stores. Lucas was great about holding my hand. It was really windy out so I told him to hold onto me so Mommy didn't fly away. He thought that was funny. At our last stop-a craft store, he spied a sand pail and shovel set. Of course I caved and bought him one. As we left and were headed back to the car, he struggled holding both the shovel and pail and then my hand. Every couple of feet, he would drop my hand, pick up the shovel from the pail, hold it for a few seconds, then put it back in the pail and hold my hand again. He clearly wanted to just hold that pail and shovel. He didn't fight me on holding my hand and I didn't fight him on wanting to get his shovel fix. It was fine-I wasn't in a rush to get him back to the car and he was happy.
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