Baby J and I went to our first play group today. Aside from feeling like a bit of a party crasher at a mommy sorority party, it went pretty well. We joined the women crouched on the floor clapping and singing to their kids. Baby J just sort of shrieked and crawled around despite a stirring rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star from yours truly. She seemed to have fun, got to know some other babies. All in all, it was pretty good.
Baby J's nap routine got a little out of whack because of play group so she spent the remainder of the day howling like some red-eyed demon. Having worked in a school for several years, I'm pretty comfortable around screaming children. Today, however, things were different. Baby J's screams hit a rare frequency which caused my brain to rattle like a paint shaker.
She's down for the night now and a sense of calm is slowly restoring itself but I'm still amazed at the physical reaction that took place in me when she spent this afternoon crying. I guess it's something Darwinian but I would rather listen to a chorus of car alarms and dentists' drills thanhave her spent another day that way.
I guess when crying's all you can do to get your point across, you have to be good at it.
Listening To: Face to Face by Face to Face
I should probably be listening to something a bit more soothing.
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