Actually
it's more like . . . when you scream, I want to scream, and the only
person whose getting ice cream is me . . . after you go to bed.
For those who have read some of my past
blogs you may remember that I have screamers. My oldest is
finally starting to out grow this phase. Don't get me wrong though, she can easily be provoked by her sister at the drop
of a hat. The good thing is, she actually gets
the "mean mom look". You know, the look that you may give when
your child is not listening. If you've mastered it perfectly, it can cause a state of
panic which may cause your child to stop whatever it
is they're doing wrong. (I clearly haven't mastered it yet, but I'm getting there.) When I give this
so called look, my oldest is quick to stop. My youngest
however, has taken the screeching to a
whole new level. Unfortunately, the mean mom look only encourages her to do it more.
These ear piercing, dinosaur like screeches are usually brought on by
excitement. A trip to the park is a prime example. She's excited to be out and about and enjoys time with other
kids. The pro: we are outside, so the screams aren't that big of a deal. The con: before
you know it every other kid in the park starts mimicking this
behavior and you have a whole tribe of mini screechers. Not to mention angry moms. This scene is pretty horrific. What's even more horrific is when this behavior happens indoors, like at restaurants.
The past three times we have gone out
to eat this has happened. The first was when we were at a kid friendly place for
dinner. The waitress brought over crayons, which lead to screeching. Then she
brought over grilled cheese sandwiches and french fries. While my youngest spent
majority of the time screaming at her french fries, my oldest stuck her fries
into her sandwich and sang happy birthday . . . loud. This was all before she
removed the straw from her plastic cup and starting banging on it and yelling to
everyone that she was a drummer. In this case the mean mom look backfired which
caused her to drop her drumstick, I mean straw, on the floor under the table. When I would not let her pick it up off the floor, this lead to more screams. Not happy ones. I asked the waitress for another straw to keep her occupied and
happy for five minutes so my husband and I could choke down our food and get out of
there
ASAP.
The second time was at a busy
place that their grandfather took us to. Of course I had pre warned him about
the screeching, and could only hope for the best. The tables were close
together, and we were seated next to some grandparents that had taken their
grand kids out for dinner too. We were more than halfway through the meal when
it started. I'm pretty sure it was over an onion ring that my dad had given my
youngest. I never knew that onion rings could bring such joy, and either did
the family next to us. They shot up out of their seats and were clearly
frightened by the screeches. Both my husband and I apologized for the scare,
while my father was sitting there stunned that something so loud could come out
of someone so small. These are the times that, if you were someone who does not
have kids, you'd think to yourself . . . oh my god, control your kid. These are also
the times that as a parent you would like nothing more than to be able to do
just that. Luckily for us the people next to us laughed, and said "We've been
there too." That is always
reassuring.
The third time happened this past
Sunday when we went out to breakfast before grocery shopping. I'm pretty sure
the high pitched squeals of excitement were brought on by some jelly packets and
creamers for our coffee. These were by far the loudest screeches I have heard
yet. The entire restaurant stopped eating and turned to our table. I was
mortified. I quickly stood up and apologized to the entire restaurant, while my
husband tried to encourage my youngest to stop. Everyone laughed, some people
actually started clapping. It was not really the reaction that I was expecting,
but I'll take it. I will say the screeching came in handy when we split up to do
groceries and I couldn't find him. He had Charlotte with him, and I was able to
track him down from all the way across the other side of the store.
I think it's safe to say we'll be
passing on dining out anytime soon. With the exception of a Mother's Day brunch
that we'll be going to on Sunday. Wish me luck. In the mean time, I've said it before
and I'll say it again . . . be kind to everyone you meet. You never know if they
have a toddler at home . . . or a
screecher.
Have a Happy Mother's Day!
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