Tuesday, August 18, 2009


That scream. You know the one. The high pitched, sonic, dog-whistle scream that kids tend to develop between 12 and 24 months. The scream that tells you the terrible twos actually kick in closer to one?

Yep, Seth has acquired it.

We were eating dinner with our best friends and next door neighbors the other day (the ones that I said make us appear to be a polygamist family...six similar looking kids, two women, and one guy). I knew it was going to be bad from the beginning...when you walk into a restaurant on kids eat free night with double the amount of kids to adults, the wait staff never seems happy to see you, you know?

We were hanging out at our table for nine, having shoved the older kids down to the opposite end of the table. I was getting made fun of for asking the waitress to double check the type of bun my hamburger would be on, because I was going to change my order if they didn't have the ones I liked. Out of nowhere, Seth started screaming. It was a scream I had never heard before. Well, I take that back. It's a scream I hadn't heard for a while, like since the other kids had gone through this phase.

He had seen something he wanted, and he was screaming like crazy, pointing and leaning and otherwise insisting on getting whatever it is he wanted, which we couldn't figure out. In the end, I had to feed him his meal early, which meant he was bored while I was eating...and I'm sure you know how that went. A third hand would be helpful in these situations. One to eat, one to pick up thrown toys, and one to ferry food into his mouth.

I knew the scream at the diner was a portent of bad things to come, and I was right.

This morning Seth spent 9 minutes (I clocked it) laying flat on the floor, screaming and waving his arm angrily in the air. I can't even remember what the issue was...probably that I had to put him down to load the dishwasher or something, or I didn't let him chew on a paint brush. Who knows.

My sweet, affable baby boy is developing a bit of a Personality. This should be fun.


So, on another note, does anyone have the Baby Einstein Jumparoo thing? If you do, could you email me? For the life of me, I cannot figure out how to fold it. Ava and Jace and I spent almost an hour examining the silly thing today and none of us can figure it out. I know it folds...I remember picking it over the other one expressly because it folded. Oh, and because I thought it was less ugly, too. Anyway, if you have it or know how to fold it, let me know!
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