My sweet Baby B had me on a super roller coaster today. Super sweet smiles first thing this morning led to an all-out battle of the bulge in the dollar store (and not because she wanted to buy something or i said No. simply because she wasn't ready to leave the aisle we were in, so she dug in her heels, and i dug in mine.) at least 10 minutes worth of us refusing to give in led to me grabbing her, and her screaming the entire rest of our shopping trip. then we had valentine's playdate #1, which began with her moaning and crying to go to the playroom upstairs, even though everyone else was downstairs. we battled for a while until sweet aunt L let her go on up... she was fine again for a while... until she wasn't. which was about the time she spotted the M&M packs of valentines. which she screamed for, repeatedly. in case you haven't gotten the gist yet, i don't give in to screaming. in fact, it turns my stomach in a thousand different ways and makes me madder and meaner than we all started. i nearly left her there i was so mad, but sweet aunt K gave her the M&Ms and then she was happy for a while... until she wasn't.
She slept on the way home from our playdate and then continued to sleep on me for another hour. this, my friends, was absolute heaven to me! i can't even remember the last time that baby so much as sat still for 30 seconds, let alone slept on top of me for an hour! this was the wonderful, wonderful part of the ride today!
Until she woke up, screaming bloody murder as if i had just held her in restraints against her will for that last hour. somehow we recovered and made it to valentine's playdate #2. thankfully, D had so much excitement going on that B and i could have a bit of separation from each other and not get too into each others' ways. besides a few minor melt-downs (she refused to say please, threw her popcorn on my feet when i told her she couldn't bring it to the playroom... you know, the norm), we survived the chaotic fun of that party!
Fast-forward to dinner time, when I told the girls that they could watch Ice Age while we ate (but not "Peppal Pig*," which they had just watched anyway, but are both obsessed with. M happily accepted the movie. B screamed BLOODY MURDER for over 25 minutes. seriously, seven minutes into her screaming, i removed her from the table and put her in her room. i told her she could come back when she calmed down. she never calmed down. all we heard was wailing and moaning and "PEPPAL PIG" being beckoned from the back of the house. i tried to bring her back out to eat dinner, but she could not stop screaming for one second (can we say stubborn?!?) and so after the full 25 minutes of insanity, i put her to bed.
once she finally calmed down in my arms, rocking in her chair, reading books, we did all right. then i turned her light out and that's when her sweet baby babbles filled my heart up again. to the tune of, "1-2, buckle my shoe," she sang - "6,7,8- ginger-ale;" "6,7,8- banana;" "it's raining, it's pouring, daddy come in here now. no. sleeping." "6,7,8- chocolate milk;" "rain, rain, go up the hill..."
anyway, you get the point. her sweetest little heart came through in her babbles, and i truly felt like an angel's voice was coming through... thankfully, since i was somewhat convinced someone from another place was trying to emerge earlier.
ahhhh, the ups and downs of motherhood, especially with a baby like B!
*My children call the tv show- Peppa Pig- "Peppal Pig." It sticks.
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