Let's start with being asked to leave the academic building. This past month you've developed this habit wherein you scream when you don't get your way and/or are hungry. Now, I've mentioned that you scream in previous updates, but nothing compares to the unabashed sound you now make. I've started referring to you as my piccolo pete. For those of you unfamiliar with this ear-wrenching product, I've copied the urban dictionary definition:
A small tube firework that emits a loud, piercing screech for about 30 seconds. Very loud and annoying. Can be used to make homemade fireworks.My friend, it is the.MOST.annoying sound in the universe. It sounds as if I am removing one of your vital organs without the aid of anesthesia. Also, it's really embarrassing. I know you know it's embarrassing. You look at me with this knowing look right before you do it...much like the look I'll give you right before I do the worm at your senior prom. When we're at home, you have to sit in your time out chair for two minutes when you do it. We'll come to get you, you say "sawwey, mama" (sorry, mama), you come out to play, you make the same sound 5 minutes later, you go back in your chair. It's a dance we have mastered beautifully. When we're out and about, though, I sadly cannot bring the time out chair with me. And you know it.
The other night we were at a restaurant, and you just kept screaming (due to hunger) and you wouldn't stop. I took you out of the restaurant a few times to talk you off your ledge, but you would come right back in and scream. I overheard a teenager telling you to shut-up. When she saw that I heard her say it, she averted her eyes in shame...that's right, girly...avert those eyes. No one tells my kid to shut-up even if it is warranted!! Got it?! I digress. Once an angel from the lord delivered our food, and you inhaled three pieces of pizza, you were fine.
THEN. Last week, our friend Sara was taking your two year old pictures. I decided we might get some good pics in the Pohling Center, which is an academic building on campus at SAU. You were pretty well behaved at the beginning. We were in the stairwell, taking some shots of you playing with your trains and climbing up and down the stairs. You would make the occasional yelps of merriment with a sporadic frustrated screech. Students were out and about taking a break from classes. Life was beautiful. And then...darkness descended. You were done taking pictures, and you decided to let us and the whole building know with a rendition of some death metal song. Sara helped me get you down from the stairs, and we prepared to leave while you were screeching. And then, my parent-of-the-year award was delivered by a trying-to-be-as-nice-as-possible-even-though-he-was-clearly-frustrated professor who told us we were disrupting classes and could we please leave. A.w.e.s.o.m.e. Before you, dear reader, point your duh finger at me, let me just say, I know my child was being disruptive, which is why we were trying to leave...okay? Also, he's two...so just...you know...go tell your mom.
So, there's that.
Fast forward to a few nights later to a lapse in my parental judgment. Grandma and Grandpa Parker were staying over, which delighted you to your very core, and then, here comes the lapse, I gave you a cupcake at 8:00...AT NIGHT. So, the fact that gma and gpa were over compounded with the overdose of sugar made bed time super fun. Twenty minutes after we put you down, you came walking down the hall like it was normal. "Hey everybody, whatcha you doing? Watching a movie? That's cool. Can I have some popcorn? No?" At least that's what you would have said if you had my inner-monologue going on. We put you back in, you got back out. We let you try to fall asleep with us...you thought it was time to party. We put you back in your crib, you began to scream. We heard a horrible thump...louder screaming. I rushed in and found you on the floor with a split lip and bruised face. So, we tried the toddler bed for .0087 seconds until we realized we'd rather be forced to watch Glitter. Your father, in his infinite wisdom, decided to buy us some time and turned your crib around (you know, because the back is higher than the front). Which seems to be working....for now.
(Parenting Lapse Exhibit A)Aside from the screaming, though, you grow more and more wonderful every second. You love to help out around the house. Every time I unload the dishwasher, you're there to help...and we've only broken one dish in the process. You'll push the vacuum for me, throw things away, help me load the washing machine. You're the most adorable personal assistant.
It's important to stay hydrated.
You are not stingy with the kisses and hugs either. Last week, we met Aunt Carrie for dinner. When you saw her waiting for us, you screamed "Ca-wie!!" When we started to get ready to leave, you kept giving her kisses and hugs. It made me want to stop time. You love when your Auntie Em comes to visit. Whenever I say to you, "Guess who's coming over today?" you shout "Emimmy!!!" (Emily) You love your grandparents. The other day we were in downtown Jackson and you kept shouting, "Papa! Papa! Papa!" (grandpa). So we stopped by at his work to say hi. You were in heaven. There's nothing more thrilling for you than a trip to see gaga and papa (both mine and your dad's parents). Usually, you are laughing, dancing, telling a good joke. You definitely love life.
Dancin' it up with your New Year's DatesIt's wonderful to know that there are so many people that care for and love you. You will never want for love and affection. What a blessing that you get to grow up in a world like that. What a blessing to know that there are Godly people in your life who want nothing but the best for you. I am humbled by so much love. And I am humbled by you, my sweet boy. My heart is full.