After I picked Annalyn up on Friday afternoon, we drove to the library to pick up a few things I’d reserved. My stack was pretty varied: season one of Veronica Mars, two mysteries and a book about disciplining your child.
I’d like to say that the discipline book was apropos of nothing (not because I like that song, because I actually can’t stand it, but for some reason that phrase has been running through my head all weekend). But in fact, it was quite appropriate. Because as soon as I set Annalyn down on the floor, she started toddling away from me.
This may be what they meant when they said, “Oh, just wait. You don’t want her to start walking!”
Anyway. Despite the short conversation we’d had in the car about how I wanted her to behave nicely and stay with Mommy and do you understand and yes, Mommy, the little darling wouldn’t stop wandering off.
No problem. I grabbed my books and then grabbed her.
Of course, that’s when she started shrieking and hollering. In the library. Did I mention that we were in the library?
I really wanted to hold that book about discipline in front of her face as we did the Toddler Walk of Shame out the door.
The situation was defused quickly, though. And we headed home.
On Saturday afternoon, we pretty much did it all over again. In the Carter’s outlet store this time, shopping for the very child who threw a fit, yelling, “Help! Help me!” for all to hear.
Nope. I’m not kidding.
What? Did you think I’d read the discipline book before watching season one of Veronica Mars?
The rest of the weekend, I must say, was great. Annalyn was super sweet on Sunday, while Mark watched the Chiefs lose with a friend from work. Then we met up at a family barbecue, enjoyed some hot dogs while Annalyn mooched watermelon from my dad, her Papa. (We call him Grandpa every time, but she’s only agreed to call him Papa instead of Bompa. We’re working on it.)
How was your weekend?
as another mom who has survived the toddler tantrum at the library, all I can say is I've been there, and this stage does end eventually.
just hang in there, and don't give in! you can do it!
OH, how many times I've done the toddler walk of shame…very humbling I must say! never again will I wag my finger and whisper how that mom 'has no control of her kids' …I did this BEFORE having children mind you!
Lord help me, Ruby isn't even a toddler yet and we have already done the walk of shame more times than I care to admit. I am still at a loss as to how my first child could be so agreeable, easy going, polite, and kind but my second child…well let's just say she has a mind of her own. Oh, and she has a set of lungs on her. I may be deaf by the time I am 40.
i love the thought of you holding the discipline book over her mouth… haha! that would be a sight to see!
glad you had a good weekend!
Been there…done that. Usually it happens when I've been bragging about how good my kids are out in public… :-D
I don't think I've ever heard of that song…
I don't know that song, either, but I've spent much more time the past few years doing the toddler walk of shame than listening to Sheryl Crow. I think I should make the T.W.O.S. (funny that it spells that?! Who knew!!??) into a dance craze- like the African Anteater dance on Can't Buy Me Love.
To the tune of Hokey Pokey:
"You put your candy bribe in-
You put your prize bribe out-
You put your hand on their mouth-
Then you shake them all about"
All except the shaking, you know. I hear that's bad for them.
Lol! The "Help! Help me!" cracked me up. I recall something similar happening with Jeff years ago. Is that not one of the most embarrassing moments?
How was my weekend you ask? Well, speaking of Jeff… he moved out. Yes that's correct, my baby is out on his own. But not before he clogged the toilet, spilled his full glass of apple juice all over the kitchen table and floor, and accidentally backed his truck over my flowers. Maybe I wasn't so sad to see him drive off after all.
lol, Brenda! :)
Hillary, I love that movie! One of my favorites. :) And obviously I love that scene too. :)
(Sorry, I know this isn't my blog, but I enjoyed both of your comments and felt the need to reply;)
Chelley, you just make yourself at home. :) Seriously – the song I'm referring to is "All I Wanna Do is Have Some Fun." She says the line "apropos of nothing" in there.
Obviously, you are not alone. I get most embarrassed as my son throws a fit on the way to car from the house or vice versa because I am afraid the neighbors can see or hear it and these are people I have to see on a regular basis and we are the only ones on our street with toddler.
it is??? i don't remember that part!
No way! I called my sweet grandpa "Bompa," too!
Wait, am I the only VM fan whose ears perked up at the mention of my favorite show? What a cool library you have to stock VM seasons. Hope you enjoyed – I'd take Logan & Veronica over discipline any day! ;)