Stand up for myself that is. I know you probably don't believe that my loud-mouth-self ever has a problem doing this, but I do.
Today while grocery shopping Zack was being his lovely 2-year-old self...and by lovely I mean not listening, not following directions & freaking out over the consequences. I love when this happens. It's awesome.
The end result was a screaming 2 year-old strapped into the seat of the cart. Mind you, he started off a happy, walking 2 year-old who then found his way into the back of the basket & finally buckled in the front seat. See all those steps of misbehavior??? Man, he was on one.
I carried on my shopping ignoring the blood curdling screams my child was serenading the entire store with & the sideways glances from other shoppers trying to enjoy their Fresh 'n Easy experience {my apologies for ruining that one}.
Upon making it to the self check stand -- I only had 2 items -- the ever-friendly store clerk was ready to show me she knew how to handle my child. Again, I love when this happens. It's as if they think I am unaware of the screaming going on.
Anyhow, she engages Zack in some idle chit-chat which by engage I mean she talks & he screams. Then she has a great idea! A coloring book! She starts rummaging through some hidden drawer when I kindly decline her offer. She looks at me aghast & explains, "Oh, well, I was just trying to help." And it is evident that I am not winning mother-of-the-year in her book. Aw shucks.
And while I realize that her intents were probably sincere...how is it the least bit helpful to reward his screams with a coloring book? And how is it helpful to undermine the mom who has obviously already decided the course of action that needed to take place?
I kindly informed her that he does not receive coloring books for screaming through grocery stores, but in fact he receives zero reaction to that kind of behavior. I don't think I won her over for mother-of-the-year.
If only she could have seen the record speed in which he shaped up upon our exit of the store when he was removed from the situation & realized he had to get buckled into his car seat like a "nice boy" {that is his code phrase} if he wanted to hold his doggie & have some milk when we got home. I've never seen tears dry up so fast.
Don't worry he had another awesome fit an hour later leaving Babies 'R Us.
2 year-olds rule.
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I wanna see his two-year-old self in action when you've got a newborn in tow as well... that'll be such a treat!
Isn't it funny how random people just try to help in situations like that.....seriously, the other day some old dude ahead of me in the check out line was asking and reaching to hold Brec because he was screaming and I said, oh no that's okay, he doesn't really like being held by other people, and he had already reached and grabbed him.....and Brec was fine because the reason why he was screaming is because he wanted out and to be held.....anyways I was very disturbed...there's more to the story that even freaked me out more, but we won't go there right now.....btw....add me so I can still see your blog! chantemariehoward@gmail.com.
2=year-olds and 1 one the way! He He He
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