Since Andrew had the "poop" incident, he is needing some everyday shoes. After work today we went over to La Cantera to meet Clay and get some new shoes for little man. Andrew usually gets fed dinner at 6:00p and we still had about an hour before then to browse and shop. During that time, Clay thought it would be great to celebrate my Mother's Day while we were out and eat at PF Changs. YUM! I did not argue with that decision one bit. It was not that busy inside so we were seated very quickly. We sat Andrew down in the highchair like normal and he sat there like the sweet little boy that he is. I looked over to my right and a little girl maybe a few months older than Andrew was sitting there eating her rice and chicken so calmly and quietly and I was thinking to myself, Andrew is soo good. He can do that also and more. I swear he heard what I was thinking because I had just turned to him to give him a kiss and he turned on me. The sweet little angel that was just sitting there became unhinged. Rice was flying, you had to duck from the broccoli and he was inches from tumbling out of the highchair. So to alleviate the situation, I opted to take him out of the restaurant to calm him down a bit. We walked outside for a while and when he had regained his composure, we went back in. As I tried to set him back in the highchair, all hell broke lose. He started writhing and screaming. No food was helping ... that just went on the floor. We try to respect the other diners and not be "those" parents that have screaming kids in a restaurant, so Clay started getting everything ready for a quick get-away when I kept on telling him that Andrew was fine and he just needed to be talked to in a soothing manner. I think my delusion of the sweet little girl from across the table kept me from not packing it in right then. But as if on cue, Andrew threw himself into me, mind you he was already sitting on my lap, and clapped my jaw together.
That was it. My patience had reached its threashold. My brain usually can multi-task when needed but when there is a screaming child involved it zeroes in on that child and that is its sole focus. So while I am focusing on Andrew, Clay was telling me to take him home. My brain is not computing this correctly and I am still thinking that we arrived together in one vehicle (which we did not) and in my brain, I am cursing him saying 'Where the f*** would you like me to go? We came in one car.' He just looks at me crazy and I grab Andrew to take him over to the hostess stand to put him in the stroller. As I am trying to turn it around to put him him, it starts to tip over becuase we have too much weight at the handle. OMG!!! I am about to lose it. I seriously am going to put this child down and start screaming in the middle of PF Changs! I call Clay over to help me before I do and we are off. Andrew and I are off to my car and he is golden now. No crying or wiggling just perfect. WHERE WAS THIS IN THE RESTAURANT?! ARRGGH!
We get to the car, I unlock the doors and proceed to take Andrew out of the stroller but as I do, the stroller starts to tip back again because of the weight. Holy Lord! I am going to kill something. I jerk my purse of the handle and it lands with a thud on the road only to spill out everywhere. Yeah, that just happened. While I take Andrew out of the stroller and try to pick up my belongings on the road, Andrew starts to wiggle. Oh, no! This wiggling does not stop and now he is pushing my face away with his hands. I didn't realize it until I had everything in hand .. purse and Andrew, that he had wiggled so much it rolled up my blouse almost up to my boobs and my muffin top was fully exposed. On Full Display! I am mortified! I take a few very deep breaths, click him into his car seat, throw the stroller and all of the bags in the car, pull my blouse down and we are leaving. I have never been this out of control and I didn't like it one bit. The whole way home I had to take deep breaths just to calm down and not call Clay just to get mad at him.
By the time we reach the house, I have gained my composure and am about to take Andrew out of the car seat until I notice that he is fast asleep. Poor Little Lamb ... he was just tired. How am I supposed to know that? He usually gives me signs ... rubbing the face, yawning, crying .... there it was. The crying. I had completley overlooked it thinking it was him throwing a fit and he was telling me he was tired. I felt awful!
Happy Mother's Day to me!
