Someone got to meet their hero (affectionately known in our family as “Melmo”) this weekend and they were over-the-moon excited about it. And Scarlette was pretty happy about it too.
Shawn and I loaded up the kids in their strollers and took them to this festival that is held in our hometown every year. As kids we used to walk downtown to attend the festival every year and come home with our faces painted and our tummies full of funnel cake. It’s a very good, nostalgic memory for me so I was pretty excited to continue the tradition with our own kids this year.
After a day filled with shopping, running around the field, watching dance routines and, of course, funnel cake the kids started fading and we decided to pack it in. Scarlette was nearly asleep in her stroller (seriously, my kid will sleep through anything) when Shawn spotted Giant Elmo.
My child shot straight up in her seat, pointing and squealing at Elmo the same way she does when her daddy gets home from work. Sorry honey.
When it was our turn to take pictures with him, I thought she might get shy because, well, let’s be honest. Giant Elmo is a little bit creepy looking. Am I right or am I right? I’m right. But no, not my baby. She was so excited.
My in-laws have this Elmo doll that sings when you squeeze his nose and Scarlette will sit for hours minutes squeezing his nose and cracking herself up when he starts singing.
So the first thing she does upon meeting Giant Elmo? She squeezes his nose. My child is a genius. And also, she’s getting pretty good at posing for pictures. I feel this might mean that I have taken far too many photos of her in her 17 months of life. I am okay with this.
Unfortunately, there was a line forming behind us and that meant our visit with Giant Elmo had to be a quick one. So I told Scarlette to “say goodby to Melmo.”
That’s when my child lost her ever loving mind.
DID NOT ANTICIPATE THAT REACTION.
Want to feel like a bad mom? Introduce your child to her favorite thing in the whole world and then take her away from it. She cried and cried and it was so sad. It’s very possible that someone got a new Elmo doll that afternoon but I will not verify this claim lest someone on the internet accuse me of spoiling my baby, you know, the one that spent five and a half months in the hospital. SHE CAN HAVE WHATEVER SHE WANTS INTERNET.
Not really.
Although I didn’t quite think through that choice either because the new Elmo doll has a pacifier attached to his hand. Which seemed really cute until I looked over and saw my baby, who is currently being weaned off her paci, holding her new Elmo doll and happily sucking on his pacifer.
Parenting. I got this.
