This game is so stupid.
Mrs. FWL uttered this between breaths one evening when Isabel was crying and we were trying to calm her down for bed. I honestly can’t even describe the game because it isn’t a game, it was more of a sound, but is now one of our “go-to” games. It stopped her from crying then, she seemed to get a kick out of it, and so we keep doing it…over, and over, and over again. It has become another trick in our ever-growing bag to redirect Isabel’s attention (or to get a laugh).
Anyone who has spent time with kids will agree that you can no longer take yourself seriously. You have to check your ego at the door and let down whatever guard you put up with judgy adults. Kids don’t care what you look like or sound like. They don’t care about your work title or your advanced degrees. All they care about is you. They care about you feeding them, changing them, paying attention to them, laughing with them, and being on their level.
So in order to remain somewhat sane, we do whatever it takes to keep our precious offspring from becoming little banshees, regardless of what it is. Even if it means creating ridiculous games or sounds that would make us look/sound crazy in public.
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