For Crying Out Loud
My 9-month-old daughter is a bit expressive. And by "a bit" I mean, she yells when she wants to be heard. Which is a lot. Case(s) in point(s):
- Just this past week I placed her in these cute little red pants with white polka dots. She loves the pants. Mesmerized by them really. It is the fascinating trick the eyes play with those polka dots. Only issue is that she wants to touch the dots. I guess literally. Patting furiously with her hands on her pant legs isn't enough. Or doesn't have the desired effect she was looking for. And, I hear about it. On many decibels levels.
- Two kids playing together should be a cute picture. Especially when they are cousins (or 2nd cousins once removed, or whatever the technical terms are). And both girly girls. And not fighting. Should be damn cute to watch. And is. Until The Peanut decides that the 2-yr-old cousin's hair looks so darn cool she wants to touch it. Literally. The 2 year old cousin says an adamant "No." Either way, you can see where this leads. More "expressive" yelling that makes me wonder if girls are always emotional from birth.
- Then there is the holding thing. The I-Always-Must-Be-Held-Because-I-Am-Cute thing. Sure, she is damn cute. And smiley. When I am holding her. But a woman's gotta pee. And take showers. And say, WORK every now and again. Quite simply, my arms are tired. The "expressiveness" is wearing off.
- You know it's bad when the pediatrician notices. And he did. Just on Friday during the 9-month-old wellness appointment. If The Peanut did not like being on the table, she told me. Yelled at me actually. Not the whimpering crying, it was an all out yell, "Mo-o-o-ommmma!" Succinct and to the point. Over and over. During the ENTIRE exam. Thank God our pediatrician is a delight. He only smiled and said, "Very expressive for 9 months." When I know he really wanted to say, "When she's two you might want to consider taking some calming drugs to keep yourself sane."
Don't get me wrong. I want my daughter to talk to her heart's delight. To tell the world her tale and not to be taken advantage of--ever. But, I'm a little concerned this "expressiveness" will take a turn toward the bitchiness. Or spoiled I Will Get What I Want No Matter What Syndrome. That honestly, I can't handle. Not in adults, nor in my 9 month old kid. I think I might just cry over this one.
- Just this past week I placed her in these cute little red pants with white polka dots. She loves the pants. Mesmerized by them really. It is the fascinating trick the eyes play with those polka dots. Only issue is that she wants to touch the dots. I guess literally. Patting furiously with her hands on her pant legs isn't enough. Or doesn't have the desired effect she was looking for. And, I hear about it. On many decibels levels.
- Two kids playing together should be a cute picture. Especially when they are cousins (or 2nd cousins once removed, or whatever the technical terms are). And both girly girls. And not fighting. Should be damn cute to watch. And is. Until The Peanut decides that the 2-yr-old cousin's hair looks so darn cool she wants to touch it. Literally. The 2 year old cousin says an adamant "No." Either way, you can see where this leads. More "expressive" yelling that makes me wonder if girls are always emotional from birth.
- Then there is the holding thing. The I-Always-Must-Be-Held-Because-I-Am-Cute thing. Sure, she is damn cute. And smiley. When I am holding her. But a woman's gotta pee. And take showers. And say, WORK every now and again. Quite simply, my arms are tired. The "expressiveness" is wearing off.
- You know it's bad when the pediatrician notices. And he did. Just on Friday during the 9-month-old wellness appointment. If The Peanut did not like being on the table, she told me. Yelled at me actually. Not the whimpering crying, it was an all out yell, "Mo-o-o-ommmma!" Succinct and to the point. Over and over. During the ENTIRE exam. Thank God our pediatrician is a delight. He only smiled and said, "Very expressive for 9 months." When I know he really wanted to say, "When she's two you might want to consider taking some calming drugs to keep yourself sane."
Don't get me wrong. I want my daughter to talk to her heart's delight. To tell the world her tale and not to be taken advantage of--ever. But, I'm a little concerned this "expressiveness" will take a turn toward the bitchiness. Or spoiled I Will Get What I Want No Matter What Syndrome. That honestly, I can't handle. Not in adults, nor in my 9 month old kid. I think I might just cry over this one.
Labels: motherhood, parenting, The Peanut
