I remember Marcus and I talking several times about how we were going to raise our sweet little Connor to be a well-behaved little boy. I thought for sure he would NEVER act the way I saw some unruly kids act out in public. And for some crazy reason, I thought I actually would have some control over that. WRONG! I have realized that all I have control over is the way I chose to react to his behavior. I will never have control over the way he actually chooses to behave. Duh.Anyway, point of this post:
Last night Marcus, Connor, and I went to Cafe Rio for FHE. Connor really likes the food there and I had no suspician that the night would turn out so crazy! After all, C usually does really good going out to eat. Well, not the case this time! After we got our food we went and sat down at a little table. A nice lady who worked there came and tried to give me a high chair to put Connor in. Connor hasn't liked sitting in high chairs for a long time, so I tried telling her we didn't need it. She looked confused and then finally took the high chair away. Little did I know that would become a decision I would soon regret!
My little Connor hopped up on his big boy chair and proceeded to take all of the rice and beans that he had and throw them all over the table and floor. He was tossing handfuls of them up in the air like someone throwing rice at a wedding. Within seconds the place was a disaster and I was SO EMBARRESSED! Marcus and I rushed to clean everything up and tell Connor "No". Connor thought the whole thing was funny and began running all over the place. You wouldn't believe how much ground a guy his size can cover in mere seconds. By the time we caught him he had climbed up on a table the nice lady was sitting at folding napkins. Connor grabbed a handful of the folded napkins and threw them on the floor. Thankfully the lady continued to be nice...what patience. Marcus grabbed Connor and then I grabbed a high chair to strap him into. He whined a little and then reached for a cup of water and dumped it all over his food, our table, and the floor. At the point, enough was enough. Connor got taken out of the restaraunt by his daddy and I tried desperately to clean the mess up. The lady came over and told me that I didn't need to clean anything, but I tried to anyway. I finally left Cafe Rio, feeling so embarressed by the way my child had acted. Holy cow! I'm just thankful the workers there were so nice to us.
So, there you have it. Aren't you glad you weren't eating at Cafe Rio with us last night?
Thank heaven for little boys.
6 comments:
I remember telling Rod that I would not have a bratty child. He just laughed it me. I guess he knew beter than i did that all kids misbehave.
Boys...what joys. Just wait, I hate to tell you, but my experience with Landon is that 3 is WAY worse than 2. Whoever thought of the phrase 'terrible twos' obviously didn't have a three year old. Don't worry though, I'm sure EVERY mother has had moments like that, but it doesn't necessarily make it any less embarrassing.
i knew he was a little rascal with all the screaming he does, but i never thought he would act like that. I am sorry, I would have been completely embarrassed as well. Hope he learns to behave a little better as he grows, for his sake and yours!!
i would love to say I feel bad but I can't. i am just so happy to hear that this happens to other parents. and like sarah said, three is much worse. brace yourself. we are nearing the end of the threes and we can finally go out to eat again (of course Alessia should start to make trouble now). terrible twos, tremendous threes. good luck with the little guy and much more luck keeping yourself sane and in control. that is the part i have the most trouble with.
I got something entirely different from your post: it made me miss Café Rio. I hope you don't take it for granted. Love you babe.
p.s. My first daughter is an awesome terror but I can't imagine my second daughter being anything but an angel. Child enjoyment comes in all varieties.
Ok yeah it doesn't end at three either, sorry frightening fours give you a whole new wave of embarssements. That is when they can be very vocal about what they want, what you did (very personal things are not off limits) and for some odd reason they become soooo much stronger. And watch out for the feet, they learn to kick you not just kick. It is so much fun when you are experiencing this with a 3 year old too. Ha Ha. Yeah I was soooo naive about how my children were going to behave.
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