Used to be a Funhouse Part II

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Ava has decided that Mama has not lost enough marbles.

And don't doubt for a second that she doesn't take every marble I lose and put it her mouth. My marbles, as I lose them, become choking hazards, therefore causing me to lose more marbles. Are you seeing the problem here?

Ava is at a delightfully horrific age: 18 months. Only 18 short months of life, and already she's learned, all too well, how to get what she wants. The fact that she is a second child, and a second girl to boot, well… That just adds fuel to the fire. She's got to be sassier, louder, and more obnoxious than her sister to ensure she gets noticed.

She is succeeding. I have never, ever witnessed a child throw as many public tantrums, scream as loudly, or shove as brutally. Ava does not fuck around — get out of her way, dudes, or your ass is hers. The infuriating part is how goddamned CUTE she is. Yes, I know I'm her mother and I am biased, but seriously, she's adorable (looking). She smiles a lot, and has these dimples that will suck you in like black holes. She's got these enormous blue eyes with long eyelashes, a cute little button nose, and a head of light brown curls. Trust me, meet Ava and you will not emerge unscathed — she will whip you.

So. The other day was a particularly crazy one: Playdate, three-year-olds fighting over princess dresses, toys and food everywhere, and darling Ava, who just wanted someone to notice that she was there. When she realized that smacking the older kids with their princess wands wasn't working, she took an entirely different approach. She took this snow globe that plays music (with a single push of a button) and dropped it in the toilet. While it was playing. I found her peering into the john, going "UH. OH!"

Uh-oh is right, especially considering Nora had gone in the potty and chosen not to flush the toilet. The snow globe was, miraculously, still playing, and the music was muffled and… downright fucking creepy. So I fished the urine-soaked snow globe from the toilet and threw it in the sink, where it continued to play a now very sad, very off-key, very disturbing version of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." And it wouldn't stop playing. Pushing the button did nothing. And when, after a particularly macabre version of "Jingle Bells," I tried to take the batteries out of the piece of shit, I found that they were screwed in, and I'd have to whip out the toolbox to get the fucking thing to shut up. Considering I was in the middle of "hosting" (ha!) a playdate, I just decided to let it run itself down.

Seriously, no one will ever want to come over again. This may actually be a good thing, since I have no furniture and generally suck at playing hostess.

Do you know, the snow globe played for SEVERAL MORE HOURS. If my home wasn't a madhouse before, it certainly became one with the sound of screaming children and super-eerie Christmas music in the background. Background? I mean foreground. Shit.

Why isn't anything else I own built like a fucking Home Depot snow globe? I accidentally drop my car keys in a puddle of water and the remote stops working instantly. What the hell?

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Ava, back before she was mobile, had an attitude, and lady-with-twenty-cats crazy hair. I never thought I would miss those days…

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Permalink | January 24th, 2010

5 Responses to “Used to be a Funhouse Part II”

  1. Emily Says:
    January 25th, 2010 at 6:39 am

    LOL! (Sorry.)

  2. mommiebear2 Says:
    January 25th, 2010 at 8:07 am

    OMG! I would have lost my mind……………

  3. Aunt Becky Says:
    January 25th, 2010 at 2:59 pm

    Now that is some creepy ass shit.

  4. Brianna Says:
    January 26th, 2010 at 4:53 am

    It’s just That Way, man. Swear to ever-lovin god. The Most Annoying Toy On The Planet (an oversized set of plastic keys, cell phone, and “car alarm” that when pushed plays obnoxious, ear-splitting music for approximately Way Too Fucking Long) has been dropped, kicked, drop-kicked (yes, by me), stepped on, spit upon, doused in water/juice/milk and probably pee for all I know, smashed into a wall (not me this time), stuffed under about 200lbs of crap (also me), and generally abused the hell out of. It has yet to stop working. I’ve never changed the battery — which is screwed in with tiny screws I’d have to FIND a screwdriver for, which is why it still HAS batteries — but the damn thing won’t die. Their daddy’s cell phone, on the other hand? Dead in 6 months. Our coffemaker? Two months. They’ve had this toy since Christmas of 2006, people. If I have to live with that hellion device, why can’t our other shit be so durable?

  5. Andrea Says:
    February 3rd, 2010 at 1:34 pm

    LOL. Hilarious. Sorry. It’s a Shining Christmas. Hope you threw that damn thing in the trash that’s in the garage and that will be picked up tout de suite.

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