(This post has been cobbled together, Frankenstein-like, from the snippets I’ve been jotting down all day.)
The kid is wearing an outfit only a mother could love (and love it I do): orange sweatpants and a cream-colored tee shirt with a green collar. He’s Web 2.0! Get it? Get it?
The cat just yarfed in front of the back door. She has issues with food-related anxiety and tends to overeat and then hork it all up. Gross. I cleaned it up, but we really need a mop. You heard me right. We don’t own a mop. Deal with it.
I was sort of afraid of what kind of parent I’d turn out to be. I was worried I’d be overprotective or anxious or too clingy and teach the child bad habits. I’m kind of pleasantly surprised to find that I’m pretty easygoing as a mom. Maybe too easygoing (see above re: mopping), but I’m taking my cues from the kid, and he’s happiest when he can do things himself.
I love the way you can practically see the gears turning in his brain when he’s figuring something out. Right now we’re practicing the concept of “no.” When he does something (non-threatening, of course) that I don’t want him to do, like pulling DVDs off the shelf, I say “No!” in a loud, sharp voice. Happy Fun Baby gets that I’m unhappy about something, but he’s not quite sure what to do with that information. He studies my face, smiling uncertainly, and I keep my brow furrowed until he drops the thing I don’t want him playing with. Then I smile widely and say “Good job!” in a happy voice, and he smiles and bounces. And most of the time he just crawls away from whatever it is I didn’t want him to have. I’m not trying to fool myself into thinking he understands what “no” means, but he’s starting to. It’s fascinating to watch.
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