You know the phrase, “don’t make me pull this car over?”.  I’m sure your dad used it on you back in the day…maybe you try it on your own kids now.  Well, occassionally I like to throw that phrase out there myself.  Today was one of those days.  I picked up Brady (2 1/2) from daycare.  He’s still adjusting to that routine…and I think he’s trying to make me feel guilty by being especially devilish whenever I pick him up! 

We were driving along, and we passed by a park.  He started screaming, “PARK!”  “P-A-R-R-R-R-R-K!!!” at the top of his lungs.  I calmly told him, “nope, not today, we have to go home and make supper”.  As you can imagine, he didn’t care for my answer, and continued to scream at an ear splitting level that was so piercing and shrill, it almost reached a frequency that only dogs can hear.  I turned up the radio and pretended to ignore him.  After a few miles, I couldn’t stand it.  I threw out my token phrase, “do you want me to pull this car over?”  He screamed, “YES!” well, what am I supposed to do, ignore that?  So, I pulled over.  I unbuckled him from the car and took him kicking and screaming to the side of the road and set him down (we’re talking deserted country road, not Hwy 394-don’t judge!).  I got back in the car and pulled forward a few feet.  Nothing.  He stopped screaming and just stared stubbornly at me.  I drove a few more feet.  Still sitting.  Well, now what’s a parent to do?  He’s obviously not understanding that he lost the battle, and he’s looking pretty pleased with himself.  I waited a minute longer…but eventually I saw a car in the distance so I went and got him.  Of course he started the tantrum right back up again.  I’m sure I looked like an unfit parent as I attempted to buckle my thrashing 2 yr old into his car seat, meanwhile that car in the distance drew nearer and crept by, watching my struggle. 

So he won.  My 2 year old bested me at my own game.   Never again can I use the phrase, “don’t make me pull this car over!”, because it won’t work…he knows I won’t just drive away and leave him.  When he’s 15, that’s another story! 

Here’s my latest baby boy.  There are going to be a LOT of newborn boys on the blog in the next month or so…is there something in the water?  This little guy gave his parents a few scares midway through the pregnancy (contractions and stuff), and mom had to go on bedrest for awhile.  He waited until 37 weeks, and then said that was enough, he was ready to meet the world!

Congratulations on your sweet little boy…I can’t wait to watch him grow!   I’m sure he’ll be much better behaved than my own brood.  But if,  in a few years you’re driving down the road and Mr. E starts to scream bloody murder, just remember that following through on your threats is not always a good idea!

This one with dad is my favorite!!

You might remember this gorgeous mama from her maternity session…

Look at his cute little flaky feet in the shot above.  His mom called me the day before in a bit of a panic…she said, “HE’S MOULTING!  His skin is all falling off!”  Maybe he spent too much time tanning under those ‘billy lights’??  Just kidding, it’s totally normal.