Dylan hates loud sounds. I can tell because if a noise is loud enough he'll make the cutest puppy dog face before screaming for his life. Last night we attended cousin Stephanie's high school graduation (GO STEPH!!). For the first hour all was good and Dylan was being a great little boy, but suddenly a graduate's name was called that caused a loud group behind us to scream and shout, startling Dylan into a cry frenzy that he couldn't get out of. Needless to say, we had to leave early (which wasn't very fun).
But what are you supposed to do when you have a fussy, crying baby? Do you ignore the baby and pretend as if he isn't disturbing everyone for the sake of staying at the event, or do you remove yourself from the situation so that the people around you can enjoy themselves?
This type of stress reminds me that parenting isn't the most glamorous gig. But when Dylan woke up this morning with a giant smile as he wore a "Wild About Mommy" onesie, all my worries melted away. In that moment I finally understood those bumper stickers I'd seen hundreds of times: Happiness is being Dylan's mommy. As I stared at him feeling warm and fuzzy all over, he proceeded to kill the moment with lethal gas. What a silly, stinky baby.
This type of stress reminds me that parenting isn't the most glamorous gig. But when Dylan woke up this morning with a giant smile as he wore a "Wild About Mommy" onesie, all my worries melted away. In that moment I finally understood those bumper stickers I'd seen hundreds of times: Happiness is being Dylan's mommy. As I stared at him feeling warm and fuzzy all over, he proceeded to kill the moment with lethal gas. What a silly, stinky baby.