I'll be honest. Harper has been driving me a little nuts this week. She's in this phase where she pretends to be a baby. This includes, but is not limited to, speaking in baby talk, crawling instead of walking, and sucking on binkies. The kid hasn't taken a binky since she was 6 months old... until last weekend when she found the box containing all of her old ones.
To solve the binky problem, I rounded up all of the stray binkies and hid them in the top of her closet. When she couldn't find them the next morning, I told her that the Binky Fairy came and got them so that she could give them to a little baby that actually needed them. There were tears. And, yep. I lied to my 3 year old. But, desperate times call for desperate measures.
While the binky cravings have subsided, the baby talk and crawling have not. As of this morning, we are now instituting a zero tolerance policy for these behaviors. Time outs will be doled out accordingly.
I was thinking about how annoyed I was at the whole situation as I walked into the Children's Hospital this morning to get a latte from the coffee shop (I told you, desperate times call for desperate measures).
That's when it happened. I got Jesus Juked. If you don't know what a Jesus Juke is, read
this.
As I'm making my way to the coffee shop, I see a mom holding a little girl on her lap. The little girl is in pajamas, her head is shaved, and there are stitches in the shape of a halo around her entire head - as in she had some type of surgery that required removing the Top. Part. Of. Her. Head.
I Jesus Juked myself.
I immediately wanted to burst into tears. Here I am being annoyed that my kid is acting in a way that I find unpleasant. And here this mom is, probably just happy that she can hold her kid on her lap.
Talk about an instant attitude adjustment.