How to Go to the Mall with Your Baby

So your baby is six months old already (when did that happen?) and you haven't yet been to the mall. Not the strip mall with the boring supermarket and flower store, but the mall mall, one of those enclosed chicken pens which make America a great place to live in. You stopped going when you were eight months pregnant because you found you were spending more time in the bathroom than in DSW. Plus, it wasn't as if you could fit into anything that wasn't in Mimi's Maternity! Once baby came along, you restricted your car trips due to the heavy volume of desperate crying in the backseat. Furloughs to the grocery store, pharmacy or doctor became your daily adventures: lock the car seat into it's base, hop into driver's seat, wait for high pitched cry. Sing at the top of your lungs (read on)