Kira calls me “Mama”. When she says it there is an eye contact between us, which makes us both smile. I grin because it is a reward and she grins because it’s an accomplishment. However, when she’s got herself into a pinch of a situation she screeches for me to rescue her. I glance at her and remind her “Mama” is how you get my attention. When she says it, I come to help her. She can turn up the volume when she wants the food I am preparing. I have to remind the boys that she can’t control them to work faster by yelling for her food, she has to say please before they give it to her. It sounds like, “theeese”. There is a sense of her surrender when she says it. Sometimes she refuses to submit. I am much stronger willed than she is, so she can wait an hour if necessary before I’ll give into her stubbornness. I am not a new mama. This test of the wills is something she will lose every time. It doesn’t make me one bit angry, I rather find it entertaining. How can such a little bitty person think controlling me is possible? (shes needs to have a conference and get some guidance from her father about that)
Jack really loves to teach her manners. This is because he is a big brother for the first time. He said to me yesterday as he turned the corner pushing her in her cozy coupe around the house, “won’t it be good mom when she learns for good to say please when she wants something?” I emitted a weary, “yes.”
She is responding to correction with defeat rather than a full blown tantrum. She’s even beginning to learn not to do the thing we discourage. (biting, pinching, kicking) She no longer rejects me after a correction. She actually wants me to console her. This is the best sign of progress in our bonding I’ve yet seen. She trusts me to set boundaries for her and knows I love her even when I have to correct her. I am so pleased with this development that I might throw myself a party at Anthropologie. When she does get really mad about something (often) she doesn’t smack me any more, she has learned to clap her own hands together once with authority and force while she yells outloud her objection. She learned to do this by watching me correct Lucy and Coco! Isn’t that hilarious? I think it’s a good solution for expressing herself. She can smack her own hands as hard as she wants.
She is much less willing to go to strangers, except for those who look like Emily. She cries for them to hold her. I am hoping a couple more weeks of quarantine and we will be secure.
She loves to read books and has learned to turn the page. If she likes the book, in the middle of the story she will look at the cover and then we continue. If she doesn’t like it she looks at the cover and throws it on the ground. I’m serious. This child’s mind is moving faster than mine.
Her hammer continues to be her favorite toy. Sadly for her baby dolls she likes to bop them in the head with it. It makes me giggle to think when we dreamed of having a girl we imagined she would cuddle dollies and play sweetly. When I offer her a pretty flower, she rips the petals off or eats it. Dainty and delicate? That’s not Kira. Not yet anyway I continue to hold out some hope.
Feeding her is a pleasure because she likes to try new things. It comes right back out if she’s not satisfied. And I thank God along with the rest of the family because she no longer spits her foot at us. (that did make me angry) Laundry is much easier to do nowadays. Her favorite is dark green! Can you believe it? If I am eating a plain bowl of steamed broccoli she begs like a little bird at my knees for bites. When I share my garlicky raw kale salad, she abandons all her fruit to get as much of it as I will give her. I started making a smoothie with everything in it that’s good for her, even a few spinach leaves and raw oatmeal. I let her sip it all through the day, and she loves it. She gave up her bottle four weeks ago without notice. We’d say she’s a big girl now except that finger pops into her mouth whenever she is insecure, tired, or in need of self soothing. I think that’s a great solution considering how deeply she feels about circumstances. I won’t try to prevent her from enjoying her built-in pacifier.
She’s starting one more new trick, and I’ll let you see that one for yourself.
and listen to this…