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Mar. 6th, 2006 10:11 pmAlex isn't walking yet, but she has clearly developed the toddler nature.
Exhibit one: I am combing her hair in the morning. She takes the comb out of my hand and runs it over her head a few times. The angle isn't right, but still, the message couldn't be more plain: "No, Mama, I can do it myself."
Exhibit two: I am putting on my coat to leave for work. She crawls over to me, crying, and pulls up to cling to my knees. Then she reaches frantically for her snowsuit, high above her head on the coatrack, as if she might convince me to let her come along. Baby Alex went happily to her nanny on Mama's workdays. Toddler Alex is inconsolable until I actually leave the house - at which point, fortunately, out of sight = out of mind.
Exhibit three: I am stacking her nesting cups. Once I have the first three stacked, she picks up the fourth and places it carefully on top. Then she finds a little plastic half-dome and balances it on top of the nesting cups. And here I'd been impressed to see her stack one block on top of another block, just a few days before.
Exhibit four: She brings me Max's Breakfast, with an emphatic "Da!" I read it. She brandishes it again. "A-geh!"[1] I read it again. In the next ten minutes, I will read Max's Breakfast a total of seven times. If I try to evade, she protests. Then, at the opening words, she settles back with a big grin. "Eat your egg, Max, said Max's sister Ruby." Alex has no sister. She has never eaten an egg. She has never been coerced or even wheedled to eat something. What's the attraction? Only a toddler knows for sure.
[1] Is she really saying "again?" It sure sounds that way to me, and yet at the same time it seems so implausible.
Exhibit one: I am combing her hair in the morning. She takes the comb out of my hand and runs it over her head a few times. The angle isn't right, but still, the message couldn't be more plain: "No, Mama, I can do it myself."
Exhibit two: I am putting on my coat to leave for work. She crawls over to me, crying, and pulls up to cling to my knees. Then she reaches frantically for her snowsuit, high above her head on the coatrack, as if she might convince me to let her come along. Baby Alex went happily to her nanny on Mama's workdays. Toddler Alex is inconsolable until I actually leave the house - at which point, fortunately, out of sight = out of mind.
Exhibit three: I am stacking her nesting cups. Once I have the first three stacked, she picks up the fourth and places it carefully on top. Then she finds a little plastic half-dome and balances it on top of the nesting cups. And here I'd been impressed to see her stack one block on top of another block, just a few days before.
Exhibit four: She brings me Max's Breakfast, with an emphatic "Da!" I read it. She brandishes it again. "A-geh!"[1] I read it again. In the next ten minutes, I will read Max's Breakfast a total of seven times. If I try to evade, she protests. Then, at the opening words, she settles back with a big grin. "Eat your egg, Max, said Max's sister Ruby." Alex has no sister. She has never eaten an egg. She has never been coerced or even wheedled to eat something. What's the attraction? Only a toddler knows for sure.
[1] Is she really saying "again?" It sure sounds that way to me, and yet at the same time it seems so implausible.
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Date: 2006-03-07 03:53 am (UTC)E has two blocks that stack together in a sort of locking way, and all day she was carrying them around, and then would drop one, and get so frustrated because she couldn't fit them back together (usually). She also had the cupboard open and was strewing Tupperware everywhere, and then tried to close the cupboard door. It was blocked by a plastic bowl, so I kicked the bowl out of the way and pushed the door closed. Tears resulted.
Doooooooooooooom. :) (But it's cute doom, at least.)
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Date: 2006-03-07 03:57 am (UTC)But you're right, it's cute doom. At least there's that.
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Date: 2006-03-07 12:22 pm (UTC)Maybe she just likes the way it sounds.
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Date: 2006-03-07 01:53 pm (UTC)I love Max and Ruby.
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Date: 2006-03-07 02:53 pm (UTC)Case in point (and I forgot to mention that my brother & sister in law are dairy farmers), after lunch one summer day, and as </>everyone else headed out to do chores, Charlie (the oldest -- and back then the "only-est" of the boys) started to throw a snit, saying "Rerg" over and over. Finally I said, "Do you want to work ?". He gave a full bodied nod of his head, so I found some plastic tools and his yellow scooter, took 'em and the boy out to the side of the trailer, and said, "Go to it!".
And he was very happy.
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