Welcome to parenthood

Molly in her first pair of jeans. Adorable!

Jason and I woke up yesterday all excited to show Molly off at Pellikan's chili/Bears party. We dressed her in Bears colors, stocked a cooler full of beer, and drove out to the suburbs thinking life was good. Who could have predicted what was coming? The minute, and I mean the minute, we stepped into the living room, Molly completely lost her shit. I'm not sure I've ever seen her that pissed off. Maybe there were too many people there, too many kids, too many dogs. Or maybe it was too loud or too warm. Whatever it was, she was not having any of it.

Jason and I quickly spirited Molly away to the garage and tried desperately to get a bottle in her and calm her down. It kind of worked...we got her to settle down enough to at least pass out for a half an hour. But then she woke up in a strange place and the meltdown started up all over again. Jason and I kept telling people, "she's not usually like this!" Heh. I'm sure they believed us :)

As soon as the game ended, we loaded our still full cooler into the trunk and our still crying Molly into her car seat, and started the drive home. I think we were in the car for less than 2 minutes before we heard a sound coming from the back seat. I took a peek at my little stinker and she looked back at me, huge smile on her face, and laughed. Welcome to parenthood.