Last night we took the baby to Rachelle’s mom’s house. She started complaining in the car. When we got into the in-law house she basically told everybody off, cried, and straightened every limb and muscle in her body to be like dead weight; a blatant display of insubordination. I took her outside and told her like it is. She ignored me and looked at the birds and passing cars instead.
After my patience was worn paper thin, we caved and gave her a bottle a bit before she was supposed to have one. We left Rachelle’s parents while Cruella De Vil was sucking down her bottle. Things were great during the car ride to get something to eat…until she finished her bottle. She threw the empty bottle down like she was mad at ME because she drinks a bottle like she’s doing a keg stand.
I thought: “I’ll ignore her.”
She thought: “I won’t be ignored.”
…and let out more screams.
Now most of you are probably thinking “She’s just a baby” but when she gets upset, she gets mad like a grown-up. She gives you a nasty “stink eye”, her eye brows turn down and transform into a uni-brow, and she pinches or pulls whatever hair she can get a hold of.
We got to the diner parking lot and Layla was still screaming. We decided that bringing her in is a terrible idea, so we would just go home instead. I was starving.
The only thing that kept her fairly quiet was her Elmo CD. It’s a bunch of Sesame Street/Elmo songs with Layla’s name inserted in them. When we finally got home, I opened her car door to find her sleeping. I wanted to wake her up by dumping cold water on her, but I’ll wait a year before the paybacks begin.
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