I've been taking Little E to a weekly music class with Aunt Yoy and Cousin Yoy. We go on Wednesdays when Big E is at preschool. This week Big E has no preschool due to Passover break, so I took Big E with me to music class.
Big E is an experienced music class attendee. I took him for a year starting when he was nine months old. I thought he'd enjoy going back to class, especially since he has shown such an affinity for singing.
Little E's music class is at a different location, but has the same teacher, Miss K. I talked up music class all morning and on the way to class.
I somehow managed to open the door with Little E (20+ pounds) in one arm, my diaper bag on the other, and using my legs to "herd" Big E. Big E took one look at Miss K at went insane.
He started screaming NO, NO, NO! Tears flowed abundantly.
All the mommies with the well behaved children turned and looked at my temper tantrum throwing Big E. Yes, I realize I am raising the devil.
I put Little E down and tried to coax Big E to sit with me. He laid down at the door and remained there crying. I couldn't believe it. I had to keep moving him, so the mommies and babies didn't have to step over his carcass.
Thank goodness Aunt Yoy was there to look after Little E while I calmed Big E down.
He finally settled down and actually enjoyed music class. I will never begin to understand how his brain works and what sets him off. I guess that is all part of motherhood.