Blasted Women!
Saturday afternoon Quinn through a temper tantrum so bad right in the middle of lunch at Chili's restaurant, that I had to leave before my food even came. My mom was kind enough to pack up my lunch and bring it to me as I sat in the car teary eyed with embarrassment and pure frustration. At that moment I was convinced that Quinn was just being a brat and he was turning into a spoiled little child, and I was that mother that could not handle him in public, the one everyone gives that look of pity too, but secretly thinks "get control of your child, what kind of parent are you".
After Quinn took a long nap he woke up just as bad... screaming, yelling, hitting and flouncing. When all else fails give him Motrin or Tylenol... about twenty minutes later my little angel was back... sweet, loving, laughing and adorable. I gave him a huge hug and thought "I'm sorry for thinking you were just being a brat"
I've heard many people say... you need to get control of his tantrums now... He's testing you... he's just mad... he's spoiled... but I gave it a lot of thought that night and I came up with this...
Quinn thinks his parents are Morons.
In Quinn's two year old mind, he believes he can talk. He says
"Mommy, googlele gagagaa buh ha goggle ga"
Translation -
"Mommy my butt hurts would you be a dear and rub some of that stuff on it"
OR
Mommy, go gu ga ga guuugflu bu ha gooo no tooo puga"
Translation
"Mommy, you can't see it but I have a tooth coming up, I'd love it if you'd rub some Ambesol on it"
I can see it when he is trying so hard to communicate a question to us... he has all the facial expressions correct and the higher pitch at the end of his sentence. He thinks he's doing it correctly because when he hears adults talk it sounds like "gooogly gaga" to him... so after a few times of asking the same question over and over he waits for me to respond and what do I say... "what's the matter Quinn, do you want a french fry?" he thinks "You blasted women, I tell you my teeth hurt and you shove a french fry at me! Don't you understand ENGLISH.... Moron!"
So I will try and be patient... and avoid Chili's
After Quinn took a long nap he woke up just as bad... screaming, yelling, hitting and flouncing. When all else fails give him Motrin or Tylenol... about twenty minutes later my little angel was back... sweet, loving, laughing and adorable. I gave him a huge hug and thought "I'm sorry for thinking you were just being a brat"
I've heard many people say... you need to get control of his tantrums now... He's testing you... he's just mad... he's spoiled... but I gave it a lot of thought that night and I came up with this...
Quinn thinks his parents are Morons.
In Quinn's two year old mind, he believes he can talk. He says
"Mommy, googlele gagagaa buh ha goggle ga"
Translation -
"Mommy my butt hurts would you be a dear and rub some of that stuff on it"
OR
Mommy, go gu ga ga guuugflu bu ha gooo no tooo puga"
Translation
"Mommy, you can't see it but I have a tooth coming up, I'd love it if you'd rub some Ambesol on it"
I can see it when he is trying so hard to communicate a question to us... he has all the facial expressions correct and the higher pitch at the end of his sentence. He thinks he's doing it correctly because when he hears adults talk it sounds like "gooogly gaga" to him... so after a few times of asking the same question over and over he waits for me to respond and what do I say... "what's the matter Quinn, do you want a french fry?" he thinks "You blasted women, I tell you my teeth hurt and you shove a french fry at me! Don't you understand ENGLISH.... Moron!"
So I will try and be patient... and avoid Chili's
4 Comments:
I know how ya feel...Jill has done that to me more than once..And she even did it to me on an airplane..There was no where to run and hide and everyone who didn't have children stared at me for the rest of the 2 hour flight..I was mortified but now I look back and laugh. At the time it wasn't funny at all. I actually wanted to hurt some of the people on the plane that day..LOL
What? You can't mind read? Have I taught you nothing??? Grief... Hey - it's all part of life - the good - the bad - and sometimes the really really ugly.... Keeps life interesting if nothing else....
i hate chili's anyway
I love Chilis!
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