when bella was about 3 months old, my friend's baby was a toddler. i was visiting one day and witnessed her become exasperated, several times, with her rambunctious little one. she blew out a big breath and kind of slumped, defeated, into the ground. she sat up and looked at me and said, "she is driving me crazy today."
i looked to bella, all fat and sweet and stationary and found myself thinking, "i could never be that way with her.....she is so sweet."
famous last words.
skip to today. we're in target, and i am trying on a bathing suit (which is like, SO my favorite thing to do anyway) and bella is sitting in the stroller, screaming at the top of her lungs. as i fumble with the ties and try to keep myself from being exposed in the dressing room, she throws her water on the ground, but only after shaking out half of it onto her tray (and those are "supposed" to be leak proof. i'm beginning to believe that the only thing truly leak proof is an empty sippy). she screams again. throws her cow across the room. screams. throws. screams.
this wasn't a tantrum, mind you. in between the screams, she was laughing. they were actually more like squeals than screams.
"stopit." i said through clenched teeth.
"you are going to be in somuchtrouble. STOPIT!!"
i start to sweat. her screams embarrass me and makes my blood boil.
i take away all her toys and her sippy and put them in the bag.
i let out a deep breath, sit down and slump, defeated, into the bench. i look at bella. "you are driving me crazy today, you know that?"
of course, we get home, and after lunch and some little einsteins, bella walks over to me, wraps her arms around my leg, pats me a few times, then she kisses my knee and says, "eyyyye duvvv yew".
(this is terrible video quality, but you get the point)
my sister calls her a sour patch kid-first she's sour. then she's sweet. i'm pretty sure she was the inspiration behind their commercials.