It was pretty bad.

For those of you faithful readers who wondered how last week’s outing (See previous post) went, well it was just too painful to write about until I got some distance from it. No, it maybe wasn’t that bad. Actually, it was pretty much what I expected. Mostly. As I figured, Sprout was uncomfortable with being put in a strange carseat in a strange car. He fussed pretty much the whole way to the restaurant, which was mercifully more than half empty. The main trouble began when I whipped out the white cane, you know, standard equipment for blind people. It just goes to show how little I get out these days that Sprout had never seen the cane before and was therefore completely fixated on it. We mothers will do anything to stop the screaming, so I gave him the cane. What I failed to consider was that my good cane was in our van so I was forced to take an older cane. Let me explain. A standard white cane is jointed so that it can be folded up for smaller storage when not in use. The cane in question was old, and therefore had really loose joints so that, let’s say, an industrious toddler, could assemble it to the full fifty inches without much trouble, which the toddler in question did while I was placing our order. Then, having snagged himself this incredible new toy, he starts doing what amounts to helicopter spins. I took it away from him of course, and that’s when the screaming started. So while I was ordering and paying, I was alternately taking away and giving back the white cane while my child screamed in outrage or glee, depending.
The rest of the tale is pretty standard for anybody who has ever taken a two year old to a restaurant. He screamed, threw things, and refused to eat. It was so bad that my friends daughter, also a two year old and no stranger to a good tantrum herself, said, “Whatsa matter baby? It be okay. No cry.”
Ah, if only.
So whirling cane thing aside, it probably wasn’t awful. Although it isn’t something I’m up for repeating anytime soon. As a result, I have been searching out online communities for stay at home moms. Any suggestions?
I’m also looking for indoor activities to do with Sprout since it’s approximately a gazillion degrees outside. I’m probably going to have to just accept the mess and go for Play Dough. Any other suggestions?
Sproutie has suddenly started speaking in sentences. Here are a few of them:
“Hi Mommy, What doing?” Said anytime I am not giving him 100 percent of my attention.
“Where’s it at?” I know, bad grammar, but really cute.
“1, 3, 4—Wake up Mommy!” Sprout has something against the number 2. That aside, this comes from a Wiggles movie wherein one of the Wiggles is forever falling asleep and the other Wiggles must wake him up. Sprout says this to me at the first sign that I might be wearing down or that my mind might be about to stray from its gravitational orbit around him. It’s not just me though. He says it to everybody.
“TV broken.” Not strictly speaking a sentence. We had a storm that momentarily knocked out our cable right about the time Michael got in from work. Sprout, believing that Daddy had arrived, Superman fashion, just in the knick of time to save the world from imminent disaster, ran in the kitchen saying, “TV Broken!” Yeah, so we maybe watch a little too much TV here.
I am working on learning to post video to this blog. Yes, it might well be as impossible as it sounds, but my husband is a total slacker where this blog is concerned. Maybe you’ve noticed? So if there’s to be video, it falls to me to post it. I only ask, dear readers, that you keep your expectations low. Aside from that, I intend to post at least once a week here and will try for more. Are any of you on Facebook or Twitter?