So yesterday in the middle of Chilie’s, we were that couple. You know. . . the one with the SCREAMING kid. A couple of years ago, I witnessed a close friend break down and cry when her son threw a fit at a restaurant. I now know why she did it. Lea threw a full glass of water on the floor, screamed, and bit my finger so hard it swelled. I had to take her to the entrance and wait out the storm with her there. Every (yes, EVERY!!) head turned to watch us pass. She was in rare form. I didn’t mind too much that people were watching, but the instinct to leave the restaurant was strong. I just wanted to take her home and put her down for a nap. I didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s meal, either.
So the process of cutting her eye teeth is turning out to be a painful one. None of her teeth have made her this irritable. I have tried organic teething tabs, Motrin, ever
ything, but she’s a drooling, crying, miserable mess. I am keeping her home for a bit until those suckers cut through the surface. She’s a menace to the civilized world ;)
The other day I counted up all of her words, and she has almost 20. That’s not what gets me all giddy inside, though. I suspect that she is going to love music. I call her my little tuning fork because if I hold a note, she’ll hum, match the note and make it ring. Once she hits it, she’ll stop and clap for herself. It’s our favorite dinnertime high-chair game, and she’s been doing it for a couple of months now. The other day, she started humming one of the Star Wars songs that Miles and I always whistled to her. Between that and Old Mac Donald (Eei-Yi YI!), she’s always singing. Sometimes I’ll turn down the radio volume in my car to catch her trying to sing along to the songs. For Christmas we bought her a little Bee Bop Band set and the three of us have massive jam sessions. She loved to watch her Grandpa Boo play guitar in Vermont, too. Okay, so I know that bragging gets old fast, so I’ll stop. My kid rocks! Okay, now I’m really done.
Kids can be sooo hard, but they are totally worth it
So the process of cutting her eye teeth is turning out to be a painful one. None of her teeth have made her this irritable. I have tried organic teething tabs, Motrin, ever
ything, but she’s a drooling, crying, miserable mess. I am keeping her home for a bit until those suckers cut through the surface. She’s a menace to the civilized world ;)The other day I counted up all of her words, and she has almost 20. That’s not what gets me all giddy inside, though. I suspect that she is going to love music. I call her my little tuning fork because if I hold a note, she’ll hum, match the note and make it ring. Once she hits it, she’ll stop and clap for herself. It’s our favorite dinnertime high-chair game, and she’s been doing it for a couple of months now. The other day, she started humming one of the Star Wars songs that Miles and I always whistled to her. Between that and Old Mac Donald (Eei-Yi YI!), she’s always singing. Sometimes I’ll turn down the radio volume in my car to catch her trying to sing along to the songs. For Christmas we bought her a little Bee Bop Band set and the three of us have massive jam sessions. She loved to watch her Grandpa Boo play guitar in Vermont, too. Okay, so I know that bragging gets old fast, so I’ll stop. My kid rocks! Okay, now I’m really done.
Kids can be sooo hard, but they are totally worth it
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