Nothing phases him
To welcome Daddy back from his snowboarding mancation last night, we decided to dine at Jack's very favorite restaurant, Chipotle. Because it was rather nice out, we walked the short distance with Emmie in the stroller and Jack on his tricycle.
Because someone woke Emmie up by screaming and running down the hall in front of her room, she only slept 45 minutes and was a wee bit cranky by dinnertime. But we soldiered on because a cranky Emmie means she might get a little screechy, but by no means does she ever lose her shit and melt down. She's cool like that. So we knew we could trust her to hold it together and eat nicely. But we also knew we would have to make it fast so we could get her home and into bed early.
Mr. I Don't Want To Peddle My Tricycle suddenly decided he was Lance Armstrong and was taking forever as he tried out the steering. I finally snapped at Josh to just push. the. damn. BIKE. I gave him the stroller and grabbed the handle myself, popped a wheelie and got us going. Which of course set off a round of howling from the rider of said bike who insisted he neeeeeeeeded to peddle. Ahh, no.
But did we turn back? Hell no. I wanted a burrito. I would not be deterred.
Usually our Chipotle nights wind up with a stop at Petco on the way home so Jack can check out the animals. It also works well as a bargaining chip because we can hold it over him to cajole good behavior at the table.
We figured things could be a little dicey based on his behavior on the way there, but for most of dinner, he kept himself in good standing with a few gentle reminders about the pet store. Unfortunately for him, he threw his cup across the restauarant right before we left, which resulted in the pet store privilege being revoked. Which resulted in Jack losing his shit in Chipotle. Which resulted in Josh dragging a screaming 3-year-old to the door while I said hello to a friend.
The hits just kept on coming at home when he wasn't listening after his bath and deciding that hitting Mommy was a good choice. We told him he would only be able to read one book instead of two books and he kicked me, which resulted in me saying, "No books now."
He then shrugged his shoulders and started reciting, "In the great green room, there was a telephone..." Nope, he didn't care that we took away his book because he has the whole thing memorized anyway.
I literally had to cover my face with the pajamas in my hand because I could not stop laughing. Josh was trying to keep a straight face and had to turn away. We're in big, big trouble when this one is a teenager.
Because someone woke Emmie up by screaming and running down the hall in front of her room, she only slept 45 minutes and was a wee bit cranky by dinnertime. But we soldiered on because a cranky Emmie means she might get a little screechy, but by no means does she ever lose her shit and melt down. She's cool like that. So we knew we could trust her to hold it together and eat nicely. But we also knew we would have to make it fast so we could get her home and into bed early.
Mr. I Don't Want To Peddle My Tricycle suddenly decided he was Lance Armstrong and was taking forever as he tried out the steering. I finally snapped at Josh to just push. the. damn. BIKE. I gave him the stroller and grabbed the handle myself, popped a wheelie and got us going. Which of course set off a round of howling from the rider of said bike who insisted he neeeeeeeeded to peddle. Ahh, no.
But did we turn back? Hell no. I wanted a burrito. I would not be deterred.
Usually our Chipotle nights wind up with a stop at Petco on the way home so Jack can check out the animals. It also works well as a bargaining chip because we can hold it over him to cajole good behavior at the table.
We figured things could be a little dicey based on his behavior on the way there, but for most of dinner, he kept himself in good standing with a few gentle reminders about the pet store. Unfortunately for him, he threw his cup across the restauarant right before we left, which resulted in the pet store privilege being revoked. Which resulted in Jack losing his shit in Chipotle. Which resulted in Josh dragging a screaming 3-year-old to the door while I said hello to a friend.
The hits just kept on coming at home when he wasn't listening after his bath and deciding that hitting Mommy was a good choice. We told him he would only be able to read one book instead of two books and he kicked me, which resulted in me saying, "No books now."
He then shrugged his shoulders and started reciting, "In the great green room, there was a telephone..." Nope, he didn't care that we took away his book because he has the whole thing memorized anyway.
I literally had to cover my face with the pajamas in my hand because I could not stop laughing. Josh was trying to keep a straight face and had to turn away. We're in big, big trouble when this one is a teenager.
posted by Amy at
8:32 PM
2 Comments:
Ah, yes, the Boy Bike Thing. It's when I first heard my sister-in-law call my nephew an airhead. I love him dearly, but the kid could NOT pedal and look at things at the same time. Here's hoping Jack skips that phase. But the book recitation? Priceless!!
I love little Jack. I'll trade you your Jack for my Jordyn for a few days. Right now the terrible twos are working on my nerves big time.
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