So early this afternoon Chris called me from work. He told me he would be home around 4, and asked if I wanted to go for a walk with the little monster (she's a cute monster that we love) when he got home. So after I hung up, I turned to said monster in her swing, and told her that when dad got home we were going to go for a walk. She smiled and cooed (like she usually does when I talk to her) and kicked her feet.
Around 2 I fed the monster, and changed her diaper and as I went to put her in her swing again, mentioned to her again that when dad got home we were going to go for a walk. Again, smile, coo, and kick. She then proceeded to fall asleep in her swing, as content as can be.
Around 4, Chris comes in the door and the monster begins to stir and stretch. She wakes up and starts to cry. I pick her up to calm her down while Chris gets changed and she still screams. I bounce for a few minutes and she still screams. I finally lay her down on a blanket as me holding her is obviously not helping. She screams louder and more vigorously. I pick her back up and see if maybe dad can calm her down. She settles down for a minute and then continues to scream. I get her seat and strap her in, and of course she screams louder. Chris gets the stroller and takes it outside while I get my shoes on. I finally pick up her seat and walk toward the door. Instantly, the screaming stops. For the next half hour, not a peep as the monster looks wide-eyed at everything as we walk.
Common sense shouts at me that there is no way she really knew what was going on. Fear tells me that she knows too much.
Things to look forward to? 2-3 years from now should be fun.
Lesson learned? Never, ever, ever, ever promise/threaten what I can't deliver.
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