As parents, I feel like we're pretty attentive to what's going on with our kids. We try and notice the little things they need, their changes in mood, the small quirks that make up their personalities. So, it's all the more depressing when something like the following happens...
Last Sunday, we headed up to a birthday party for my grandma. I didn't have time to put the babies' shoes on beforehand, so as we were getting out of the car, I hurriedly tried to shove shoes on A2's feet. He was curling up his toes and arching his feet (I hate it when kids do that) so it was a little difficult, but I got them on.
He seemed fine for most of the time we were there, content to putter around with his sister and eat the homemade pumpkin bread that my aunt made. As we were getting ready to go, A2 suddenly lost it. He started whining and crying and nothing seemed to help. "Well, that's our cue to leave," we said. We both figured he was tired or hot or something like that. Figured that as soon as we got him in the car, he'd calm down and take a nap.
Not so. He kept crying most of the 30-minute drive home, frequently elevating his crying to screaming. I even gave him a bottle of milk, the sure-fire way to get A2 to be happy. He wouldn't drink it. That's when we knew something was wrong. "He's probably sick." "Maybe it's an ear infection."
We got home. My husband immediately got A2 out of the car and sat down with him on the couch. He happened to look down at A2's shoes and thought, "I wonder if his shoes are too tight." He pulled off the shoes and socks to find two cramped and scraped-up feet. Almost instantly, A2 stopped crying and was perfectly happy from then on.
Oops. Perhaps I should have noticed something when I had to jam his feet into his shoes. Poor kid couldn't take his feet being squished like that anymore.
Friday, October 30, 2009
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What a good natured kid!! I have shoved my children's feet into shoes that had extra socks stuck in the toe and wondered why they were angry. I think it's the hurrying we are always doing, combined with the inexplicable whining that someone always seems to be doing. It makes me tune out things that I should listen to.
Poor kid! And to think you could have stayed longer at the party if you had only taken off his shoes! I hate shoes on kids actually. They look cute but it is such a pain to get them on and then they seem to fall off about two seconds later. My kids are barefoot for as long as humanly possible!!
That's nothing compared to me leaving 5 year old Megan in the car at Church when I was the Relief Society President and He had just been made Bishop. She kept honking the horn until someone came out and got her and brought her into our class. I was mortified. The funny part is that I had been given a scripture to read in class. It was from Proverbs "A Child left to himself maketh his mother ashamed?" Unbelievable! Needless to say I got released soon after that!
I love the story about Megan!! It reminds me of the story about Kip and the sword down his pants. You'll have to ask my parents about that one. Classic.
Poor little guy! We went trick-or-treating in the old neighborhood and it was sad not to see you guys. Hope you are liking your new place!
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