Legitimate question here. Does anyone else wonder if
toddlers have multiple personalities? You might be thinking I'm crazy but I
actually have an entire school of thought that led me to this conclusion.
You see, it's fairly obvious that children are born relatively
normal. Their lives basically revolve around eating, sleeping, and pooping.
It's a simple life they lead meaning there's no real reason for them to be
incredibly unhappy. However, at some point, that sweet baby takes some form of
mental leap and becomes a raging lunatic. The type that cannot be calmed by
conventional means. Before you know it, you're desperately trying to calm said
toddler as their screams reach fever pitch and their tiny fists of fury wail on
your anatomy over and over again.
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| I've never seen 'Fever Pitch' all the way through. |
It's bad enough when these moments occur in the sanctity of
one's home. At least there you can somewhat escape it. It's another thing when
it happens in public. It's obviously embarrassing but you can rest in the
solace of knowing that you're unrecognizable to anyone else in the vicinity.
It's yet another thing when it happens at your work and in front of your
co-workers as Bethany learned the hard way.
Every so often, we like to go and visit Bethany at DFA
during her lunch break. It's a nice opportunity for all four of us to break out
of the norm and do something a little different. Well, on second thought, Ethan
doesn't really care. He's pretty much happy everywhere. For Ellie though, it's
a huge thing. That's especially true when you factor in how much she's been
begging to go to work with Bethany lately.
Needless to say, as soon as we hopped in the car, Ellie
began excitedly proclaiming "We're going to see Mommy!" over and over
again. Meanwhile, Ethan took a short, little nap. Once we arrived and finally
found parking, Bethany came out of the building to meet us so that she could
help me with the kids and also so she could get me a visitor's badge. It was at
the front desk while getting my badge that we should have noticed something was
wrong. Ellie was begging Bethany over and over again to hold her. It became so
intense that I finally had to take Ethan from her so that she could hold Ellie.
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| I even dressed the baby in cute clothes for the visit! |
With all of that finished, we headed to the lunch table to
sit down with Bethany's co-workers. From the moment we sat down, Ellie began
suffering from some kind of weird panic attack. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't
drink. She wouldn't even make eye contact with anyone, including me. In fact,
all she wanted to do was bury her face in Bethany's chest. This actually
continued until each of Bethany's co-workers left the table to head back to
work. Between that and the promise of chocolate milk, it was at least enough to
convince Ellie to turn around and eat her lunch. Unfortunately, she had
completely missed watching Bethany eat lunch and was convinced that the lunch
she was eating belonged to Mommy. Confusing stuff for a toddler, right?
There was one good thing to mention from the trip though. Trips
to DFA normally end with me awkwardly dragging Ellie out of the building with
her screaming all the way. Instead, today ended with a happy smile as Bethany
accompanied Ellie to the car and buckled her in. That allowed Ellie to
contentedly fall asleep on our trip home instead of me having to hear whimpers
all the way.
Good stuff, right? #DaddyWrite
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