I apologize right off the bat for not having any picturesof the kids. The Chuck E. Cheese party was way too chaotic for me to stop and pose The Squad. I did get a couple shots of the back of their heads, but I’m hoping Bridgette’s pictures come out better.
I would like to begin by saying that a lot of people go to Chuck E. Cheese on Thursday nights. I would also like to say that a lot of parents don’t pay any attention to what their very small children are doing. I know my kids are really big for their age and so I tend to think other kids are younger than they actually are, but, in my opinion a two year old should have supervision in a place like that.
Gabe said it was the fifth circle of hell. It’s where you go if you were an arsonist. This is the Room 101 for people that hate children.
So the party started at 6:00. The Goon Squad likes to go to bed between 6:00 and 6:30. I know it’s early, and believe me, we’ve been trying to get them to stay up until at least 7:00, but when a one year old says “night night” grabs their bear and pacifier and walks over to the gate to go to their room, who am I to argue?
When we got there, there were about 1 million other people in Chuck E. Cheese. I think The Goon Squad was a little freaked out. Ian was clinging to Gabe. He had his little legs locked around his Dad. Claudia looked cautious. We eventually sat down. Claudia kept signing to eat, so we were giving her teddy grahams and pretzels and water and everything.
They actually played in the toddler section for about 20 minutes. Maybe longer (this was my first experience with wanting to punch other people’s kids) and then we tried to get The Squad to go eat some pizza. That was when Claudia really started screaming.
As I was carrying her back to the table, so was yelling and thowing her head back and having a typical temper tantrum. We tried to get them in their booster seats. Becky had just gotten there with “The Kid”, needless to say, I barely got to talk to her. Gabe tried to hold Claudia off to the side while Ian ate some pizza. I looked over every couple of minutes and it always looked the same. Claudia screaming her head off and flailing around. The good part about Chuck E. Cheese is that the place is so freaking loud (like Smell the Glove mentioned) that I couldn’t even hear her screaming and they were less than 20 feet from me.
She was shrieking the whole way home (thankfully, not that far) and Gabe was saying “It’s okay Claudia. That is how I feel on the inside”.
We get home and we are changing their diapers and putting on pajamas when she starts signing that she wants to eat again. This is when Gabe and I remember that she gets hungry and tired confused and she signs eat when she wants to go to bed.
Just like she did when we first got to Chuck E. Cheese.
Gabe swears he will never set foot in a Chuck E. Cheese again. I wish that were true.