And these are the others
Sigh.
It’s not been a great 24 hours. It’s the ying to the other day’s yang.
Last night we took Jack down to see my Granny. He loves to visit her– my Aunt (Granny’s baby) keeps a basket of mini-rubber-duckies for Jack and the other little ones to play with… his favorite game is 52 duck pick up… But it keeps him busy. And they’re relatively benign as thrown objects go. He also likes to sort through the many postcards and greeting cards Granny keeps in a neat stack. He knocks when we enter and always leaves Granny with his kiss-hug-Awwww!-kiss routine. She and he are great pals.
But last night he was a wild child. Bouncing off of the furniture and howling at each injustice! Wailing, thrashing, tantrumy. My Granny is serene in the midst of his crisis. She raised 6 babies– three of them boys– and so she’s seen her share of nonsense. Moreover she has a large assortment of Grand, Great-grand, and Great-Great Grand babies.
Still. It’d be nice if he could be sweet and good while we visit.
At home he cried and wailed after waking up in his crib. It took both of us to calm him down again.
Today was up and down and up and down. We went to the grocery store to buy bread (grilled cheese was on the little dicatator’s menu request) and he threw a tantrum when I insisted he not play with the exposed underworkings of the next lane’s conveyer belt… something about Mommy wanting him to retain all 10 of his long fingers. (I know, the insanity of such a request! What was I thinking?) I held him, folded darn near in half, while I finished my debit transaction and avoided the piercing stares of two-thirds of the employees and customers. (Some of the lucky ones, back by the dairy case, didn’t seem to care…)
At home he was up again. We ate a nice lunch. It was pleasant. But naptime had us plundering down to the depths and me completely wiped out.
Enter AunT and the girls who stopped by with their chinese food. He was down then up then Down down down when he took on AunT who scolded him for being so horrid to Mommy. (Poor AunT took the bullet on that one…)
After they left he went up again and sweetly called AunT to apologize for being naughty… even as I could hear the click-click-click of the next hill.
It’s like Space Mountain– you only see a tiny bit in front of you before the bottom drops out and your neck is yanked to the hard left from your spine heading toward the right.
Sigh.
