Today Monkey & I lunched with one of my best girl friends. Monkey is & always has been really good for the past (almost) 6 months, so I guess the time had come for him to surprise me. & by surprise, I mean fluster the hell out of me.
We had just sat down & I strapped Monkey in the highchair & was ready to start talking it up with my friend. Before I could get one freakin’ word out of my mouth, I heard screaming.
Piercing screaming, I tell you. It was like something was seriously wrong with the kid, hence the bloody murder scream.
Naturally I freaked the f*ck out because, well, my kid never screams like this & I couldn’t figure out why he was screaming. & then it stopped & a big smile began to grace his face. Of course it did.
Whew. I took a deep breathe & just figured that it was a fluke. Like he does at home. You know, the one that I always encourage because I think he’s “finding his voice, exploring, & playing with it” while Tarzan tells me not to . Obviously, Tarzan has been clued in more.
Back to lunch – The screaming was anything but a fluke. He just kept on doing it. & the stares kept coming my way. I’m guessing that the people that were staring were kid-less because they should have looked with sympathy at me instead of utter annoyance. One lady kept looking at me with the rudest looks & I even mouthed “sorry” to her after Monkey would scream.
So the screams didn’t last long, but they were certainly long enough to make me want to hide under the table. & naturally so many things were going through my head, mainly like what the hell do should I do?! I took Monkey out of the highchair & decided to hold him. Maybe, just maybe, that was the problem… You know, that he hated being in the highchair.
Wrong.
The same damn screams happened two more times. The only thing that I can think of was that Monkey was overtired. He had been fed, changed, & had toys to play with. I don’t feel any teeth, so I don’t know about the whole teething thing.
Whatever the reason was, I know two things. One is that I will try not to encourage him to scream so much because, frankly, it can send shivers down my spine. And the next thing I know is that my girl friend is not any closer to wanting to have a baby. If anything, Monkey’s fussiness today provided awesome birth control for her.
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I hear ya on that, Melly-bean will be 2 next week and STILL does this sometimes!!!
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