Happy New Year. I'm still alive and so is the now clearly 2 year old Noah. I am now getting the experience of being embarassed by your child in public. In the last month the Giraffe has mastered the public tantrum and I have mastered ignoring it but I could see how this could be construed as child abandonment. The scenario was best illustrated on a metro platform. We had walked from home in -15C weather over the 10 blocks and my stubborn son had first refused to wear gloves and then started crying inconsolably halfway there. I'm not as intuitive as K regarding the Giraffe's needs so in the couple of minutes it took me to figure out the new desire for gloves he made me feel I was destroying him.
But once I'd had my revelation and we made it to the metro station all was redeemed and we had the chance to 'ride scalator' and 'go train'. But as this was my first