Hey, newsflash. Toddlers can be really obnoxious. SHOCKING.
So, you know how a two year old has that special way of shrieking "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" at exactly the right frequency to melt your brain? Yeah, Micah's picked that up in the last week or two. Usually he's a fairly biddable, happy child, but every now and again, especially when we're transitioning from one activity to another, a switch flips somewhere in his cheerful little toddler mind and out comes that shriek. And at that point, no matter how calm I was in the previous moment, I swear to god, I can actually feel my eyes catch on fire.
We're still feeling our way towards the best way of dealing with this, and I think we're approaching a good, consistent solution (not a shock collar, I promise). But holy crap, it never ceases to amaze me how one tiny little person, whom I love more than life itself, can take me from doting parental affection to I will squish you like a bug if that noise doesn't stop in two seconds flat.
A quick note on wiring
Tuesday, February 8, 2011 - 03:45 p.m.
They're currently working on installing a brand new, shiny phone system at my office. They were supposed to be done two and a half hours ago, but I think they're having some trouble sorting out the ancient, decrepit system of lines with which we currently operate. The problem, I keep saying, is that I'm pretty sure our entire office building was wired by squirrels - squirrels outfitted with little collars and released into the walls to drag wires wherever their little furry brains felt was the quickest route to the peanuts some technician was holding at the phone jack or outlet.
You should hear my theories on how they ran the ductwork.