coconut is a screamer.
not just a little scream here and a little scream there. she is a SCREAMER.
today in a restaurant, she noticed a group of guys...and she latched on to the one that actually responded to her repeated "hi" requests. she thought she was freaking hilarious when she was saying "hi" to him over and over and over. poor guy. and he thought he was just being nice.
then...she realized that the place ECHOED-echoed-echoed-echoed...
i could not stop her from screaming. i tried the phone. i tried the keys. i tried handing her a cookie. i handed her a glass of coke. nothing...so, we left.
right before getting married, we had a family member (hi!) that at the time, had a son around this age. we were going to be in town one night and asked if they wanted to meet out for dinner. they said that they didn't take him out to eat and suggested that they could make something at their house. i distinctly remember rolling my eyes and thinking..."what's up with that? i will NEVER forgo a dining out experience just because i have a little kid." (weren't we all better parents before we actually HAD kids?)
now...i totally understand. i COMPLETELY understand.
currently, the worst of it... is in the car. she has this pitch that she can hit at a moment's notice if...sheisnotrespondedtorightaway.
i swear to god...my brain ceases to function when she reaches that level of scream.
i can't see the road. i can't remember what someone was telling me. i can't remember how i got there and who i am. all i know...is that there is a animalistic noise coming from immediately behind me. maybe, this is what happens during the fight/flight response you hear about in nature? maybe, everything ceases to function and you have to instinctually perform your fight/flight response?
apparently i don't have those options as a mommy. legally, i can't knock her silly...or...jump out of the car and run. those would be labeled as abuse or abandonment. and i'm pretty sure that would equal jail time for mommy.
and on a totally unrelated - but somewhat related note...
(mom - why were we talking about me going to jail??)
whatever...my mom mentioned something to belly about me going to jail...i'm sure it was in relation to needing to follow rules (or something totally appropriate like that)...belly said it wouldn't be a problem...'cause daddy can put her to sleep.
apparently...i am completely dispensable.
p.s. sar-bear...ignore this post. don't let the husband read this post. can coconut and i come and visit in a week or so?
p.s.s.why do i feel the need to write "don't read this" es on my posts? maybe it WAS better thinking that no one was actually reading my blog.