Mi Mi + Baby's R Us= disaster.
I had insisted Noah stay home with my father so that we could get Rowen a few things. Noah started to pitch a fit when we were leaving, crying and yelling STOOOOORRREEEE. Guess who go their way? The whole ride I prepped my mom on how we would handle him. No toys. Ignore pouting/whining. Nothing prepared me for the monster he became after a few short minutes in that store! This tantrum put the Target tantrum ( see below post) to shame.
Picture this: Packed store, they are doing some sort of baby event. My husbands pregnant coworker happens to be there as does a person I went to high school with and have not seen in 10 years. Droves of people. Noah wants a buzz lightyear bath toy. He already has said Buzz Lightyear bath toy. Tantrum begins. I ask my mother for the keys so that I could take Noah to the car while she went on line with our stuff. Noah is kicking, screaming, hitting, flailing, wriggling away from me. I am 30 weeks pregnant. People on all ends are staring. Judging. Or at least that is what I felt like they were doing. Noah is screaming BUZZZ LIIIGGGHHHTYEEAR in between heaving sobs. By the time I got him to the car which seemed miles away ( it was also POURING) I had to practically restrain him in order to buckle him in his seat. The sobs and screaming continued for about 10 minutes. It was awful.
When Noah stopped he was splotchy and just so so sad looking. He said "sorry" over and over and asked for his milk. I went from being furious to feeling terribly guilty. Was I a mean mama? Later that night during bath time we talked about it. Noah said " Noah sad, mommy not nice". I tried to rationalize the situation with him but after all, he is only 2. One day at a time, One tantrum at a time!
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