Thursday, November 17, 2005
The Many moods of the Little Monkey
Tonight, we were supposed to go to the Big Apple Circus. We were really looking forward to this. Tickets were graciously provided by Jeff's firm, the night was designed to be family friendly, and we were looking forward to showing off the little monkey to the gang.
Just when you think you know your kid, he rocks your world by staging a meltdown. A BIG one. That lasted A LONG, LONG time. So long in fact, that we wound up ditching the plans for the circus, threw the monkey into the minivan, and hightailed it back to Jersey. Once home, monkey promptly became laffy-daffy again, and spent the next hour or so smiling, crawling all over everything, and generally being the cute loving little tyke we had so hoped to take out in public for a good time.
I'm not sure what to make of this Dr. Jekyll/ Mr. Hyde personality shift. The monkey can be a mercurial little beast. But this meltdown was truly out of the ordinary. I'm going to chalk it up to a disturbed nap, and vow never to wake a sleeping baby ever again.
Monkey apologizes to the very nice people at daddy's office who pretended not to hear his muffled howls of protest behind closed doors. We promise to be better behaved next time.