Baby DJ School & What You Didn't See
Today I took the kids to Baby DJ School at Au Fudge in West Hollywood. It was awesome. Lily lost her mind. She thought it was so rad. The girl was shaking her tush like there was no tomorrow. The minute I found out about the class, I knew I had to take the kids. Steve was a DJ in a previous life and I knew he'd be so stoked when his little mini-me's learned how to scratch. I immediately started posting on social media about how great it was. It really looked like I had my shit together as a mom.
And then I paused.
What I didn't immediately post is that Teddy got his head stuck in a chair. Yes, his head. In a chair. Although he's usually the life of the party, he was just having an off day. Whiny and didn't want to participate in the class. He wanted me to read him a book during the class which is kind of infuriating when you think "okay, I didn't put the time and money into taking you to this class for you to sit in a corner and read a book." But then again, reading is good. Literacy is good. Why was I that annoyed? He's two. He's so cute.
After the class (which Lily love love loved), we ate dinner at the restaurant and Teddy refused to sit at the table and eat. At this point, I had kind of given up with him. One happy child out of two ain't bad. I turned my focus to Lily for a MOMENT and then heard Teddy cry.
He had gotten his head stuck in the back of the chair. He must have put it in the tiny opening, turned his head and then gotten it stuck. Luckily three or four Au Fudge staffers quickly came to the rescue and were smart enough to push his head back in, turn it and out it popped. They even brought Lil and Ted lollipops to calm them down. I can't imagine the whole ordeal was more than 30 seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. It was like something out of a sitcom. I totally remember a Full House episode where DJ was babysitting and the kid got his head stuck in the stair railing. I didn't know that happened in real life.
After Teddy calmed down, I paid the check and we walked to our car. For a MOMENT, I paused on the sidewalk to fix Teddy's shoe. Without me holding her hand, Lily took off RUNNING down Melrose. I was that lunatic mom screaming down the street for her to slow down. She looked at me, smiled and kept running. Again, this was only a couple of seconds, but it's scary. Melrose is busy especially at rush hour. She was steps away from a parking lot with cars speeding out. Luckily nothing happened, but these are the moments with toddlers that test you as a parent.
We spent the rest of the drive home in heavy traffic with lots of whining, crying and fighting about "whose turn it was to sing the song."
So there you have it. I know all of these daily parenting frustrations will be forgotten by next year and replaced with new ones. And I'll only have the sweet pictures and videos to remember. The moral of the story is that parenting is hard work. Insanely hard. I guess that's what makes the sweet moments so memorable. (And, again, Baby DJ School was awesome).