Sammy has found his voice, or maybe I should say his scream. He has begun screaming the loudest, ear piercing, velociraptor scream I've ever heard. It actually hurts my ears to hear him scream.
He decided to try this screech out at Meijer today while we were grocery shopping, the entire shopping trip...You know, the early morning time when all the elderly people are at Meijer also doing their grocery shopping?
A visual of our shopping trip:
Adri is dressed sweetly, wearing a tutu with her shirt and comfortable pants and sweet little white sandals as well as a flower barrette pulling her bangs back. She is being as sweet and helpful as she can possibly be, using the word please and thank you and helping me put things in the cart. Elderly people are commenting on her tutu and good behavior as well as how beautiful she is (which helps contribute to her good behavior since she knew people were watching her).
Sammy is in the cart, screaming at the very highest pitch he can hit. He's throwing himself backwards in the cart, hitting his head, which makes him scream louder (if that's possible). People are looking at his sister and making comments and then Sammy screams and they get a disgusted look on their face and walk away frowning. Others just walk past us giving me dirty looks and shaking their heads.
Me, well I'm trying to calm him down by shushing him, talking to him, and giving him things to distract him. Nothing works. I give people the "I'm sorry" smile mixed with the "Please help me" eyes. I loathe when people give dirty looks because of this, do you really think I want my child screaming through Meijer? A little more understanding would be appreciated. When I see mother's in Meijer like that I go up to them and empathize and make jokes about what's going on to try to make them more comfortable. We're all mother's, why can't we be more understanding of each other's experiences? It's not like we all haven't been there before.
I did notice that I had the only one year old that was screaming a high pitched, ear drum popping, bawl. Why is that and when is it going to stop? This scream phase is one that I won't ever be sad to see go. :)
This is my attempt to chronicle our family's daily adventures, love, and struggles.
It is my hope that one day Adri and Sammy will read these stories of their childhood and remember the love, happiness, and adoration that was poured into it each and every day. The two of them are the sunshine in my day and the happiness that has completed my life.
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